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[mad skillz]
Yeah what?
Time for lyrical shanks to your gut
Death to wack mc's
First up is my nigga lonnie b

[lonnie b]
First up to make it liver, i catch wreck like drunk drivers
Been through many battles but i left no survivors
So whassup? those that want a beef nigga bring it on
Cause when i'm done, it'll be my dick that you're swingin on
From the way i say my rap clear
I make people more excited than a faggot that got a pap smear
The crooked truth rap sensation, i ain't to be fucked with
You better off practicin masturbation
Line after line i bring excitement like a hooker
So put rubbers on your ears, then diaphragms on your woofer
As the rhyme buster, mic clutcher, from richmond
Show the real definition of the word represent
(southside!) the place where i dwell so
Recog-nas nas nas, that _it ain't hard to tell_
Who's the best, blessed with lyrical, context that kick
Just like that little girl that got shot in +fresh+
Word to momma, i'm hotter than that nigga with the bomber
Leather pants on, in hell holdin hands with jeffrey dahmer
Yo, let me make this clear - i ain't the baddest rapper out there
But i'ma take his place until he get here

[kalonji]
The sun shitter, hoarse all-star spitter
More ? and asteroid transfixer
Upchucks the medicine, chest of anguish
In a fantasy, holy sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
To septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace of the immortal one
I am the poisonous priest of fifty until the ?m'salaam?
So every naked ape on earth bow down in silence
To the slumlord, of all universe reality
Ironic supalism sodomizes your mentality
Science super-mystics and futuristics join in wedlock
So my freon cyrogenics make your head rot pop then bust
From galactic cryathallic mechany mal ??

[mindbenda]
Preposterous, ice in my drop, yeah that's niggaz
When i bend prisms and ride soundwaves in your eutrichula
Malopropism is none, when i cerebrum wash in your brain pan
Mixin ooze, your state of bein and attitude
Petuitary shrinks, accepts it when
I bite then flatten your head
Richencypholic surgeon of my cosmorama, astrophysical
Invades one, individual stands
And uses cosmic radiation as a cosmetic
To beautify inner fantastic, gory flow
So, writing weak rhymes to your boomin system is no mo'
When i induce arthritic rheumatism
In dosages in sterile toxosins, ex-osmosis
Infect the schlerois, of your trickanumerolagia
Understand, who are you, to defend against, mindbenda

[mad skillz]
Yeah the northside click, rocks the spot
The forever people, rocks the spot
Dj street, rocks the spot
To the roc comin next, time to get your props

[lil' roc]
Yo, umm, befo' i knock out yo' lies
There is something you need to know
Breakin mo' grounds than aftershocks from the earthquakes in san fran'
More determination than a bull, seein redman
Imagine, technic glare +from where???+
Competition say i gotta be display em in a photo album
Disorganized has the other file
Bein flamboyant like ? herbal user, slash, barracuda
With key maneuvers like silent troopers of styles
?? to split your wig and nip your eyebrows
Go to space and greet the stars, huh
Started chewin on the milky way, thought it was the candy bar
You get the gong cause we niggaz do wrong
And if you're young, and in love, do the moves of michael evens
Singin songs, big up to my peoples northside
Show the brotherhood, how i recognize

[j'von]
I've been, detonatin equivalyrical exposives
Rambo soldiers deep like the black trials of moses
Madness and wisdom accelerates my pendulum
No attackin my forces of life, cause i got ten of em
Dangerous, disciple killin images
My warfare dreads be just like nemesis
Infiltrates, holy massacres like ?tnakarid?
My religion break down prisons for missionaries
In it to survive, so enlist, in strategies
My non-exist thinkin only lead, to casualties
I'm battlin, invadin, interceptin
Makin sure don't nuttin move in your section
Don't misinterpret my threats as just talk
And the raise of a hand can make, worlds start haltin
The almighty, leavin gods and nations lost
Cause when my shit hits i leave holes like sawed-offs

[mad skillz]
Yo, it's the mad child layin verses like tile
Niggaz go impotent, when i kick these potent ass freestyles
Wack mc's get mad and look at me hard
Cause they used to be the shit, like mcdonald's on broad
It's odd, how niggaz try to bomb
Then i be fadin more motherfuckers than aids story harvest
Throwin niggaz away like apple cores - i don't wanna see shit
But some hits and ed mcmahon at my front door
I'm rippin tapes, niggaz still makin shit cakes
Slippin down to fall off dudes tryin to get they shit straight
I'm tryin to get paid troop -- i want more g's
Than a girl named gigi gaggin on some gin and garlic glue
Niggaz think they hype, but they ain't touchin these
Their styles plaid out like stripe cuffed lee's
Please! in ninety-five, i'ma be straight
Stealin mc's like dj's be stealin milk crates
Ask dre, can't nobody hack it, they ill dre?
You get beheaded with a motherfuckin hatchet
Haste makes waste and taste the bass
When you see me - you don't see me get the fuck out my face

To that nigga speedis toine, rock the house
To them heads raw deal, rock the spot
To mike the merciless, rock the spot
To my brother danja mowf, rock the spot..

Verse one: mad skillz

It's time to bring it down, don't front on the sound
Check your thunderpound, it be skillz blowing up from the underground
Now, don't waste your time and try to taste mine
I'm killing mc's and going low-key like baselines
Be hesitant, va residents ain't friendly
Diss and i'll walk on your back like mr. benny
When my shit drop, all this wack shit'll stop
Till janet stops, rockin' planet rock
Keepin' it real hot
I specialize in microphone satisfaction
Hackin' mc's who think skillz be relaxin'
Straight from punchline ave, metaphor metropolis
I'm shockin' mc's like seeing their grandmothers topless
Watch this, check for my sequal
I make raps and niggas vanish like the village people
Hey, you checkin' for me check

[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 style will inherit the world, just like water
Cover it like sauce, think about who lost
Niggaz minds was the reason for the mc holocaust
I'll be the first to admit, i'm on some next shit
Two rappers stepped up and left bullemic, and anorexic
I told humans i'd conquer and bomb shit
Now i stand alone and take care of my continents
A&r's used to ignore me (yep) realized i was nice
Now it's no one left here to write my life story
Ninety-five rappers shelled like pearls
Hit by genocide, i inherited the world

Chorus: repeat 4x

Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard
"crews crumble up, under pressure god!"

[mad skillz]
I came alone, draggin bags of bones
Slit my own wrists, and bleedin out microphones
Consider me the mc who lives forever
Rainin hemlock on niggaz, yes, the god of the weather
The end of time as you know it without a shotty
In the simple game of freeze tag, i touched everybody
Man's worst creation like the bomb
Just exist in life form, then i'm leavin town tomorrow
If i hadn't done it, the world wouldn't be clean
Now i memorize rhymes, work on my time machine
Nothin shall breathe, or be conceived
They shoulda known, now it's on and the world's on it's knees
I feel relieved, free from their directions
Now i battle my reflection, ask rhetorical questions (uh-huh)
My actions, they might make mortals earl
I won't have that problem, i inherited the world

Chorus

[mad skillz]
Now put thought to the word one
Cause now i got mad time to think about what i done
It's too quiet here, i'm losin my mentality
I'm actually alone and i'm startin to see reality
No more hip-hop -- what was i thinkin of?
No more fat tracks and no family to love
No incidents makin black people tighter
No more real mc's doin time in the cypher
No wreckin shows, no more gettin biz
I fantasize and hear voices sayin, "yo that shit was fat kid"
Nothin to look forward to, day after day
So why write rhymes - who's gonna hear what i have to say?
And if i do, who's gonna appreciate it?
Humanity terminated, i'm alone and i hate it
I lost it all, my crew and my girl
All because i had to inherit the world..

Chorus (-mad skillz) * repeat to end *

Uhh.. mad skillz.. keep on
Peace out to everybody that's here
All the corpses, all the wack mc's..

[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 the lab, to keep the extra skillz ab
You either true fat or cut the flab
On the microphone hot it's skillz before heat
A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat
And i got both, bout to cook up a loaf of bread
On your motherfuckin head!

[mad skillz]
Yeah, here comes that kid mad skillz rippin styles with perfections
Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections
I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
Step on niggaz domes, leavin crews with down's syndrome
I'm skillz, ending out the extra abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the back
It's like that, that's the only way it'll be
So if it gets said nigga, it got to be by me
I represent v-a well, peace to the cella dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was denzel
Who wanna come test and attempt to come near
I shaked your puny record sales and end your career
Lookie here, no need to get fly and shit
In ninety-five, i'm on sucka mc wanna die shit
To your chest and watch the mic get ripped
Mad skillz, extra p, and my brother q-tip

[the abstract]
Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering sound* like the doc bruce banner
Hit you with a ray which is similar to gamma
Do you believe in miracles, ?
Like i believe in myself, but i don't believe in you
What you need to do is get faith
Take your spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher place
Cause i'ma bring out, the holy ghost in niggaz
In my lyrical church, and i be hostin niggaz, uh
Submergin bodies in water, you know you oughta
Lose all the glitter and flash, and get raw ass
I've been ordained by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop
Raw hoppin and the wack rappers reeling

Chorus: mad skillz

Who got the shit that make your wigs go back?
Yeah, we got the skillz that be extra abstract
Who's packin shit to make your wigs go back?
Yeah, we got the skillz that be extra abstract
Whose got the shit that make your wig go back?
Yeah, we got the skillz that be extra abstract
Who got the shit that make your wig go back?
Yeah, we got the skillz..

[mad skillz]
Yo, check the status, i write madness like sutter kane
Body-snatchin mc's and pullin souls out the frame
You know my name, v-a's invincible mad skillz
Intoxicatin rappers like eight million advils
You comin black, bring your lyrics, fuck a gat
Don't play, every real nigga in v-a got my back
I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact
You ain't gettin shit, virginia'll send your demo tape back
Don't waste your time tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and just drown for me
I take you back like the ebony island
In the three twenty-five, with your fuckin wife freestylin

Uh, like that
Mad skillz, extra abstract
Keepin it real on the set
Yeah, catchin wreck
Yeah yeah we bout to blast off
Mad skillz bout to blast off
Tribe called quest bout to blast off
Large professor bout to blast off
All around just blastin off
East coast, we bout to blast it off
Down south gotta blast it off
Uptown you gotta blast it off uh
V-a you gotta blast it off

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 the glock in the seat
Hectic out front, some chillin some wild
Tonight i'm takin a niggaz girl like ill and al
I freak raps so black they let me through the back
The dj was on point, the joint was packed
Females were all of that, i'm seein nothin but dimes
Moet on ice, yeah it's time to go for mine
Dancefloor got packed when they played all night long
Brothers that front with blunts passin round the ?
Crew mode in effect, party can't go wrong
This is strictly for my peeps that's gettin they groove on

Get your groove on (4x)
To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, hennesey and perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on

Standin by the speaker as the tempo gets faster
Brothers runnin through piece huntin for dutch masters
As the night proceeds g's lightin more weed
Fake players tryin to find the freaks that they need
Of course they get their cards pulled quick
90's girls are independent, and ain't havin no bullshit
Niggaz get scorned, girls be gettin they acts on
Word bond, when glorifyin mine, i get my mack on
There's t'yon, the baddest dip in the place
I'm checkin for her, but her ugly ass friend all in my face
"ain't you mad skillz?" yeah and your grill is through
You not t-boz baby, i'm not tryin to creep wit u
Next a reggae set, freaks flippin they wigs
Bouncers by the door beatin brothers like bad kids
More heads at the door man this party ain't stoppin
Get your groove on, cause it's on and poppin

Get your groove on (4x)
To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, hennesey and perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on

By now, the heads outside is pissed
Cause the fool at the door sayin he ain't got a guest list
I'm sippin 'lua and milk, all in a drunk mode
Brothers panickin cause they heard they cars got towed
"sup, what time is this over?" yo i don't know but it's live
"i paid $20 to get here man" yeah and i paid five
They got you, but i'm tryin to get with her pah
Right there, mini-skirt "where?" chillin by the bar
How you doin? "fine." yo what's your name? "keisha."
Yo what you rollin your eyes for shorty you havin a seizure?
"nah i'm just tired of all these niggaz harassin."
You was doin the runnin man before, but now you ain't dancin?
It's over anyway, and outside it's mad cops
Heads still cockin biscuits, poppin off shots
Same places different faces every weekend it moves
I send this out to those that's tryin to catch a groove

Get your groove on (4x)
To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, hennesey and perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on

Get your groove on (4x)
To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, hennesey and perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on