Now if you had my eyes then you'd see what I see
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A desire to see a soundman hung and bless the M-I-C
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Who I be? The generation of the next MC's
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Who believe in breakbeats, microphones, and tecs
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My voice travels through your flesh, putting crews to rest
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I wanna be the shit from here to Budapest
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Kneel please, I represent real MC's
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I'm at ease when I spot another beat to seize
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So don't test me, I represent the best you see
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And next to me is the Extra P ____ on the SP
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A combination that could leave niggas wishing
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That rhymes hadn't got handled the whole of sedition
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I write raps like I had an hour to live
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Contact the crowd with lyrics I was born to give
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I maintain in this mission to get loot
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So listen clear, I'm putting niggas careers on mute
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When I represent, I lotta kids won't survive
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Name's Mad Skillz, year's '95 (Repeat 2x)
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Indeed proceed I need to make rappers bleed
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My words hurt ya, my thoughts are nurtured like seeds
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It's my year son, so throw your style away
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Don't underrate me, cause I smell niggas fears from miles away
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Rip a mic host and I'm ghost
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Peace to Myn Benda and Kilonji from the slums of the cosmos
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You get ill on Skillz? Come on, don't jet
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Close your front door, nigga, cause your style's on house arrest
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Skillz, nigga, with the Mad in the front
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Maintaining through strife cause life is like a manhunt
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I breathe rap, G's need to heed that
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Treat me like I'm on in the back up, now you gets no feedback
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Stop grazing, don't keep it real on occaision
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You can't see me, chase me through the walls I be phasing
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And adapt, cause I ain't hearing nothing but rap
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I'm here to bless the mic and represent real like that
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When I represent, I lotta kids won't survive
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Name's Mad Skillz, year's '95 (Repeat 4x)
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Yeah, the average head can't seem to understand
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It's something about a beat and a mic in my hand
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Kicks and snares bring me in for the kill
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Cause be doubting and my voice be pouncing over drum fills
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Don't fret, my decibles pop cassettes
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Rhymes designed, to raze hair like Gillettes
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Sweat, techniques that Skillz be making
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Riding the groove smooth, got no time for move faking
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You should master your craft, that's my motto
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MC's be getting popped quick, just like zits on a supermodel
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Witness the sickness I possess
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Like ???, sheel and strees through my down vest
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Next test, one time watch your mind
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I drop rhymes, no corner standing son, I'm not a stop sign
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Get used to microphone wear and tear
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By now you know the name and the year
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When I represent, I lotta kids won't survive
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Name's Mad Skillz, year's '95 (Repeat 2x)
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"I got skills" - Big Daddy Kane (Repeat 16x)
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Skillz in '95
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Mad Skillz |