Mad Skillz - Skillz In '95 Lyrics
Now if you had my eyes then youd see what I seeA desire to see a soundman hung and bless the m-i-cWho I be? the generation of the next mcsWho believe in breakbeats, microphones, and tecsMy voice travels through your flesh, putting crews to restI wanna be the shit from here to budapestKneel please, I represent real mcsIm at ease when I spot another beat to seizeSo dont test me, I represent the best you seeAnd next to me is the extra p ____ on the spA combination that could leave niggas wishingThat rhymes hadnt got handled the whole of seditionI write raps like I had an hour to liveContact the crowd with lyrics I was born to giveI maintain in this mission to get lootSo listen clear, Im putting niggas careers on muteWhen I represent, I lotta kids wont surviveNames mad skillz, years 95 (repeat 2x)Indeed proceed I need to make rappers bleedMy words hurt ya, my thoughts are nurtured like seedsIts my year son, so throw your style awayDont underrate me, cause I smell niggas fears from miles awayRip a mic host and Im ghostPeace to myn benda and kilonji from the slums of the cosmosYou get ill on skillz? come on, dont jetClose your front door, nigga, cause your styles on house arrestSkillz, nigga, with the mad in the frontMaintaining through strife cause life is like a manhuntI breathe rap, gs need to heed thatTreat me like Im on in the back up, now you gets no feedbackStop grazing, dont keep it real on occaisionYou cant see me, chase me through the walls I be phasingAnd adapt, cause I aint hearing nothing but rapIm here to bless the mic and represent real like thatWhen I represent, I lotta kids wont surviveNames mad skillz, years 95 (repeat 4x)Yeah, the average head cant seem to understandIts something about a beat and a mic in my handKicks and snares bring me in for the killCause be doubting and my voice be pouncing over drum fillsDont fret, my decibles pop cassettesRhymes designed, to raze hair like gillettesSweat, techniques that skillz be makingRiding the groove smooth, got no time for move fakingYou should master your craft, thats my mottoMcs be getting popped quick, just like zits on a supermodelWitness the sickness I possessLike ? ? ? , sheel and strees through my down vestNext test, one time watch your mindI drop rhymes, no corner standing son, Im not a stop signGet used to microphone wear and tearBy now you know the name and the yearWhen I represent, I lotta kids wont surviveNames mad skillz, years 95 (repeat 2x)I got skills - big daddy kane (repeat 16x)
