[Mad Skillz]
No doubt
Mad Skillz for the nine-five shot son
Yeah.. forever people wreckin shit, uh-huh

Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Skillz the mic freaker
The cordless technician ill breakbeat seeker
You're feelin weaker, when I begin to come in
Wack MC's ar

[Intro x14: Skillz]
Un un un un, come on nigga

[Skillz (Missy Elliott)]
I be the S-K-I, double L, Z'n
Block is hot again, guess who's the reason?
Your favorite rapper, I got his ass not breathin
You seen me with Missy so it's VA season
Like (Hollaaaaa!) check the fl

*bunch of emcees talkin about a cypha*

{verse 1}
I put roots on emcees who try to fade these, lyrics
Kid please, i got the microphone disease
And i don't joke when it's time to go to work
Whack emcees play like pee-wee herman and get jerked
In the cypher mad skillz gets

[Extra P]
We bout to bring em out
We bout to bring em out
A lot of niggaz in this rap world come out and dumb out
Me I bring the bassline and drum out
Plus write scriptures that bust bright pictures
When Mad Skillz ?Cool Reef Daddy? plus Tip
just stepped inside

Fuckin' with skillz, you gon' meet ya doom
Nigga I spit fire that make dragons wanna leave the room
I put VA on the map, open the south
When I spit, bitches open up they legs or they mouth
And ya mans wanna battle, but I aint let him
I dont know who can see me, cuz I aint met

...It's not about the salary
I do this so Mc's they twice before they battle me
Cause Liney B can really flow shit (say what!)
This ain't no wo thuggish ruggish bow wow yippie yo shit
I through yo rappers like a bad poker hand
(Now tell me Bikedi B the man yeah!)

Yo it's the weekend time for freakin no doubt
Hit the mall get a hookup night falls and I'm out
Pick up my man (Whattup Hobbes?) from around my block
Get nice pump the sounds now it's time to hit the spot
Crews downtown freestylin off beats
If heads start whylin I got th

"Mad Skillz" "On the real"
"I'll probably make more money off your album than you" [x3]

"I'm want to tell you once, and only once"

First of all, I ain't even want to make this shit
There's a lot of rap cats out here faking the shit
I'm a ghostwriter, I'm the cat that you

(c'mon girl, i was just playin with you)
[timbaland]
Ah - c'mon, ah
You would not believe - c'mon, ah
What's goin down right now - c'mon, ah
Holla!! c'mon ah
You would not believe - c'mon, ah
What's about to go down right now - c'mon, ah
Holla, c'mon..
Guess

[Mad Skillz]
Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads
Their crews became victim of the body snatchin dread
The world is now mine the world belongs to me
I carefully planned the extinction of all wack MC's
Now innocents must prepare for my slaughter

(chorus)
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
It's goin down

I be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectives
Rappers couldn't see me, they hide it fucking

Mad skillz, nigga, i'm known to crush an mc or two
Niggas try to step and get reps, but who the fuck are you?
Around this part of town we are the niggas who don't play
Supafriendz be the mens that are holding down va
Flatten niggas like tires, what i do with 'em?
Get in their

On the real I freak techniques and beats in my sleep
The mack back in action show skills when I speak
Watch my leak when I bring it to your face
I still corner dimes but in the nine I'm on a paper chase
Glass rocks mega tops Tims on your block
Holding heat like crock pot

[Mad Skillz]
Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads
Their crews became victim of the body-snatchin dread
The world is now mine, the world belongs to me
I carefully planned the extinction of all wack MC's
Now innocents must prepare for my slaughter
My s

"Well first of all, let me say this: I need a man who
knows how to make a speech. I think that's very important.
A man who knows a lot of hard words."

"Well we've checked all the possibilities."

"And we've settled on the one man who we feel can reach the
silent majority a

[Skillz]
Ohh! Uh-uh, yeah
Pressure, pressure time (uh-huh)
Can I get the Congregation (yeah) to put ya hands together
(Got the pressure on ya) Uh.. uh-huh, uh.. uh-huh
Skillz (uh-huh) E.C. (uh-huh)
Uh-huh, yeah, uh

Yo yo yo
If you was blind to the fact, then soo

Now if you had my eyes then you'd see what I see
A desire to see a soundman hung and bless the M-I-C
Who I be? The generation of the next MC's
Who believe in breakbeats, microphones, and tecs
My voice travels through your flesh, putting crews to rest
I wanna be the shit from

[Mad Skillz]
Yeah
Yo this go out to everybody, just doin what they gotta do
KnowhatI'msayin? To get that cream, knahmean?

[Chorus: x2]
The streets don't care who you are
And those who fake jacks son they never get far

[Mad Skillz]
Yo, where I reside fake nigga

"hey babe
leave me alone
i don no u
well not yet
please !!

u thought that i could go on without u
and that all i needed was myself
but thats where u've gon wrong (gon wrong)

u've been thinkin' that i could handle this
and that i'm a stonger person
bu

Uh, what what? Supafriendz, uh, uh

Straight up and down, ain't no comparing me, see
Cause I got some shit that'll put y'all motherfuckers
Back in freestyle therapy, B
I make rappers fall like when school starts, like cheap tissue
When you're next to my shit you're getting r