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1. _ Skillz In '95
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 here to budapest
Kneel please, i represent real mc's
I'm at ease when i spot another beat to seize
So don't test me, i represent the best you see
And next to me is the extra p ____ on the sp
A combination that could leave niggas wishing
That rhymes hadn't got handled the whole of sedition
I write raps like i had an hour to live
Contact the crowd with lyrics i was born to give
I maintain in this mission to get loot
So listen clear, i'm putting niggas careers on mute
When i represent, i lotta kids won't survive
Name's mad skillz, year's '95 (repeat 2x)
Indeed proceed i need to make rappers bleed
My words hurt ya, my thoughts are nurtured like seeds
It's my year son, so throw your style away
Don't underrate me, cause i smell niggas fears from miles away
Rip a mic host and i'm ghost
Peace to myn benda and kilonji from the slums of the cosmos
You get ill on skillz? come on, don't jet
Close your front door, nigga, cause your style's on house arrest
Skillz, nigga, with the mad in the front
Maintaining through strife cause life is like a manhunt
I breathe rap, g's need to heed that
Treat me like i'm on in the back up, now you gets no feedback
Stop grazing, don't keep it real on occaision
You can't see me, chase me through the walls i be phasing
And adapt, cause i ain't hearing nothing but rap
I'm here to bless the mic and represent real like that
When i represent, i lotta kids won't survive
Name's mad skillz, year's '95 (repeat 4x)
Yeah, the average head can't seem to understand
It's something about a beat and a mic in my hand
Kicks and snares bring me in for the kill
Cause be doubting and my voice be pouncing over drum fills
Don't fret, my decibles pop cassettes
Rhymes designed, to raze hair like gillettes
Sweat, techniques that skillz be making
Riding the groove smooth, got no time for move faking
You should master your craft, that's my motto
Mc's be getting popped quick, just like zits on a supermodel
Witness the sickness i possess
Like ???, sheel and strees through my down vest
Next test, one time watch your mind
I drop rhymes, no corner standing son, i'm not a stop sign
Get used to microphone wear and tear
By now you know the name and the year
When i represent, i lotta kids won't survive
Name's mad skillz, year's '95 (repeat 2x)
"i got skills" - big daddy kane (repeat 16x)
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2. _ Together
[mad skillz]
Yo, yo, i spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) together
Require some (shit) to stitch your lips together
My click stick together, mic rip together
Move no bricks or i make hits to flip my cheddar
No chicks for you and your man? y'all trick together
Y'all fools flow? y'all cats gonna brick together
I do a song with a whole group they getting lit together
Pop your snotbox son, move and stick, you'd better
Nextel cellphone cb, chips together
In a telly with two chicks that like to lick together
He talking slick? he'll skip when i get the beretta
Hope he wearing red, cause tonight, he might leave redder
I'm about to send a fix that'll split your sweater
Crying bout that trick trying to pull a vick, you deader
Your chick looking at my (dick) pushing her (tits) together
Got you and the head of your label watch y'all slit your wrists together
Y'all wanna battle? y'all cats are getting ripped together
In a draft me and my better half get picked together
Your girl will get got, i ain't got to sweat her
Cause see i hop out a coupe, duke, while you hop out of jettas
She wanted to see it, so guess what (nigga) i let her!
Now sister want to stretch me to and i just met her
Hit 'em both now them hoes is throwing fits together
Turn them (bitches) to foes, they won't even sit together
Me and you on the same record and we spit together?
And i don't make you look bad? you sound sick, son, never
Timbaland, that's my man, we make hits together
You and your producer, y'all cats miss together
Aim low, extra clips just to leave you wetter
Had the doctors mending your (motherfucking) hips together
That's your clique? y'all cats think you look slick together?
Y'all look gay, y'all probably piss and (shit) together
Pop your brother, you and your mother reminice together
See the preacher how your family used to fish together
He might come back if y'all just wish together
He won't, go upstairs and take a ( ) of his letter
Haters trying to swiss cheese me, i'm like "whatever"
That's like skydiving son, trying to grip a feather
Me and my flow? we're about to get rich together
You and yours need to change our f-ing pitch together
Y'all the type rap cats that snitch together
F around, get thrown down in a ditch together
Oh, now y'all cats want to pop (shit) together?
My clique in here you can get drop kicked together
Slip mickeys, have rappers getting sick together
Break fools like a couple of soup kids together
Mad skillz and va, we on your list together
Y'all sick, i'm gonna be sick with this forever, what?
[timbaland]
I told y'all that we don't stop
That's right baby, timbaland, mad skillz, uh
Feel us, feel us
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3. _ Ghostwriter *
* this version has the names censored, no other version exists
"mad skillz" "on the real"
"i'll probably make more money off your album than you" (repeat 3x)
"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 don't see
I write hits for rappers you like and charge 'em a fee
Yo don't get me wrong dog, it's the cheddar that counts
But fuck that nigga ______ cause his fucking check bounced
You thought ______ your single was hot?
I wrote that shit five minutes in a parking lot
I'm the one that your man ______ had to go and get
Cause he smoked too much lye, couldn't write his own shit
Now ______ a&r, he on my answering machine sick
Hollaring in my phone, "skillz, can you write to this?"
Sure, for stacks, nigga, i make your act bigger
But fuck ______ and his whole label cause i ain't never get my plaque, nigga
Jadakiss told y'all cats and that's that
Y'all have a ascap or get your ass capped
"mad skillz" "ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make yo shit tigher" --> jay z (repeat 3x)
"when my pen hits the paper, awwww shit!" --> kane
Now that fool ______ can't flow, but his crew is sick
Cause he got long dough, so wait til you hear his new shit
I did two songs for ______ til they dough got straight
And even ______ from the west coast owe me some pape
Remember the little kids, the one that was in ______ group?
I'm the reason you though they lil raps was so cute
I had a hundred songs on the billboard list
Ask again dog, how i got your deal on my wrist
I did done nba cats and nfl
But i stopped in '97 cause they shit don't sell
Now ______ paid up cause she was owing me stacks
Who in the hell you think had that chicken flowing like that?
I hate writing for ______ cause he take too long
Crying about the price, i hit him with two fucking songs!
Ran up in ______'s office and wrecked his staff
Cause it's been two years and dog ain't paid the second half
"mad skillz" "ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make yo shit tigher" --> jay z (repeat 3x)
"when my pen hits the paper, awwww shit!" --> kane
So if you just signed, trust me dog, you can't touch it
Don't ask your label for skillz, cause that ain't in your budget
Y'all cats parlay for chips, i mingle for mills
I turn your whole album into a single deal
I stopped writing for ______ cause that fool don't get it
Looking long sessions and he punching every five minutes
Where my ones, nigga? what the fuck i look like?
And his man ______ got mad cause he couldn't get the hook right
I spit ______ and we don't see eye to eye
So i feel like lee took his rollie up in bmi
I'm the one that gave ______ his brand new sound
I did his last two albums without even writing 'em down
And for ______ from the south, dog you shook
Stop bouncing on stage nigga like you wrote that hook
You favorite rappers' songs? i put the flames in it
Y'all keep fucking around, i'm a put this back out with your names in it
"mad skillz" "ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make yo shit tigher" --> jay z (repeat 3x)
"when my pen hits the paper, awwww shit!" --> kane
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4. _ One, Two Theory
"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 and tell it like it is at the same time."
Yo, first of all, you drop (one) beat you see
I be the first mc who grab the mic and spit
You think you the (one) dog? i got one for you
Your crew is in first place, i put some fools in (two)
Now i'm a say this shit (once) when i drop my axe
Wherever you come in, trust me, i'm on top of that
First rapper i ever battled, that fool is in a casket
My first song, that's a hip-hop classic
My first tour was world reknown
I only did mtv (once) but i tore it down
One click got jel (one) time and tried to front
The first fool to talk shit, i slapped him once
?five philly and singleton? cats don't know me
Understand that shit, o-n-e
You're only getting (one) warning if you owe me
If you one of the best then i suggest you show me
You a qb then throw (one), i'm running with mine
I get sweated the first time you hear (one) of my rhymes
Nice with a mic device, i guess it's a curse
If you roll up (two) nigga, guess who's first
(one) slug to your brain, that's equal to (one) verse
There's a shortage in one of the hospital, you get (one) nurse
Y'all niggas is bitches, i've seen (one) of your skirts
It's a lot of bad rappers but i'm (one) of the worst
You one of them weekend thugs acting like you did dirt
Come sunday morning, you be the first nigga in church
Y'all cats better dispirse, watch it son
He don't got your back, he only own (one) gun
Fuck the forties, niggas better know the nine (one) (one)
That one loud cat is gonna be the reason you all get done
For my sons to gettin' (ones), keep 'em stacking
We gonna go the other way now, peep the subtraction
If you go double platinum you seeing double the stacks
But you ain't deserve all that, i'm a take (one) back
Cop the couple of acts, i'm the reaper, black
Keep ice grilling me and soon, you gonna be rocking the patch
I hear one of your baby mothers, you don't think that's true?
I'm the reason that (one) of your kids don't look like you
I know it's hard to digest, don't start stressing it
It should be hard as shit when you only got (one) intestine
Learn your lesson, you tried to run a couple of blocks
(one) shot, (one) ambulance, and a couple of cops
Now you layed up in surgury with a couple of knots
When you get home, i don't knock, i run up in your spot
First you up in the watch, smack you twice
First one got the cheeks stinging, the second (one) was light
Any mc steals rhymes from skillz
You gonna be in the yard with (one) of your kids doing (one) handed
Cartwheels
You getting a thousand spins on your b.s. hit
I got 2,000 a day on the aalyiah remix
For the cats who fronted, ask them again who's nice
I done told y'all niggas once, or maybe it was twice
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two, one two, one...
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5. _ Lick The Balls
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 ass so they hype men when i get through with 'em
Hope you don't mess up cause on the mic i don't slip
You playa hate, i show you how to eat a fucking brick
Danja, what you think? (please, no one can serve us)
Niggas popping shit get shook, scared, and nervous
Playa haters, this is for all of y'all
Nigga what, you can get these motherfucking nuts, lick the balls!
Now everytime i grab the mic you know i'm ripping it
Put your taste buds on the sack and start licking it
Quan's taking a classic slick rick flipping it
Clowns could fuck around, i be spitting shit
Now here they come looking trife, you know how niggas bite
Sewing they assholes up, trying to keep they shit tight
Stay in your place, beats get blazed and laced
You're wack, you deserved to get smacked right in your fucking face
Get your weight up, we do an mc should
Y'all niggas couldn't sell a tape in your neighborhood
Got the gall to want to see a nigga fall
Try to keep it on the low, but while you down there yo, lick the balls!
Sucker ass mc's, talking all this shit, niggas don't want it, nawmean?
Mc's get sliced, every fucking thing i say is nice
Swell it if you like, i put your ass on ice
That's right, in va we be grooving shit
Put your ass in our way and we be moving it
Who's getting done this year, nigga? i bet your crew knows
Cocking .44's, sticking niggas for they school clothes
Shock the spot, shivers when i rock the stud mic
It's aiight, get bone nigga, i cold fuck your wife
Friends super, from now to the fucking ending
Ain't nothing sweet, mad deep is how we all living
So who stands gossiping behind the walls?
You can't do shit for my motherfucking click, lick the balls!
Go mad skillz! give it to me! that's what the hoes say
While you set, i put bets to blow your whole scene
Pulling dimes i don't want, now that's my game plan
Shit on motherfuckers and i tell 'em who the fuck i am
My name is skillz and now you know who's getting ill
Fuck the world for real, we bout these stacks of mils
Get off the dick, the shit talkers get served
"from where???" was the best album your ass ever heard
I eat you up and give your whole crew a bowl of puppy chow
Don't say shit, bust you with a sign language freestyle
So those that hate me, guess what, i hate y'all
Y'all niggas can't compare, don't even come up for air, lick the balls!
Mmmm, what they taste like, nigga? *laughs*
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6. _ The Conceited Bastard
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 ripped apart
Dissing wack niggas without rehearsal
No matter what i say somebody gonna take it personal, so fuck it
Your man put down the cheddar, nigga we get the pay-oh
I make sure you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way home
Get dropped on your rap block without leaving a spot
Separate you from the jock, i got plans to make you hot
Watch an mc and you rot, nigga these flows is crisp
When a mic in my hand bitches is supposed to be like this
There's mad niggas that wanna see mad skillz slip
Yeah you gonna see me slip, past your ass with your bitch in my whip
Get a grip, whoever got the itch then i got the scratch
Mc's wanna get gassed, i feed their ass a lit match
All these jealous-ass niggas acting sheisty
Better tongue kiss magic johnson before they tell me i'm nice
But that's aiight, northside e, conceited times three
Come through your town on skis, subtracting mc's
Word to battle be in lonnie's last name
Approach me, all you getting that
Plus you getting blown out the fucking frame
Who the nigga that got a big head when he on the mic, pa?
Ask a question, answer me (bastard, you are)
Who the mc that grab the mic and start busting rappers' asses?
(you are you conceited bastard)
Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes?
(you are you conceited bastard)
Who's the one who put wack mc's right in their casket?
(you are you conceited bastard)
Man these fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you conceited bastard)
Ayo, these little niggas in the rap game, they straight lame
Had diss you in a rhyme, but these niggas be scared to say your name
If a nigga say mine, he getting bagged, kid, i'm a be in the
Studio whipping his ass before he can finish his fucking ad-libs
Taking me out? stop hoping
Niggas always say they gonna do it, it never get done, it's like voting
I get it open, rhymes tying into name
Simple and plain, i pull rhymes, one ring and one chain
I give a fuck about fame, press your luck and quit
Mic-wise you realize i ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with
I'm nice as a bitch with the rhyme, if a nigga say i'm wack
He don't know his name, can't walk a straight line
Pissy drunk, screaming like onyx
Forgot his social security number, damn near drowning in his own vomit
I kill logic, test me friend, you'll be in a club with your clothes
On backwards hollaring at a well-known lesbian
Half of y'all niggas got wack raps and wack tracks
Talking about you representing, putting your town on the map
Still, your mother heard your tape and wanted to shoot you
And niggas around this bitch wonder why we call ourselves "super?"
Your flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and cash
You shouldn't like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her fucking ass
I do all y'all playa haters, believe me
You trying to end your career before this shit even start, come see me
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Who the mc that grab the mic and start busting rappers' asses?
(you are you conceited bastard)
Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes?
(you are you conceited bastard)
Who's the one who put wack mc's right in their casket?
(you are you conceited bastard)
Man these fools, they slower than retarded molasass, who the nicest?
(you are you conceited bastard)
"well that's true" "you are" (repeat 16x)
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