verse one: Mad Skillz
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It's time to bring it down, don't front on the sound
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Check your thunderpound, it be Skillz blowing up from the underground
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Now, don't waste your time and try to taste mine
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I'm killing MC's and going low-key like baselines
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Be hesitant, VA residents ain't friendly
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Diss and I'll walk on your back like Mr. Benny
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When my shit drop, all this wack shit'll stop
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Till Janet stops, rockin' Planet Rock
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Keepin' it real hot
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I specialize in microphone satisfaction
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Hackin' MC's who think Skillz be relaxin'
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Straight from punchline ave, metaphor metropolis
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I'm shockin' MC's like seeing their grandmothers topless
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Watch this, check for my sequal
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I make raps and niggas vanish like the Village People
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Hey, you checkin' for me check ?ound my way
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They say Skillz don't play when he's representin' VA
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chorus 4x: [Mad Skillz]
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Virginia's in the house [I said it]
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V-A [so what you gotta say?]
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verse two: Mad Skillz
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Yo, niggas get pissed, MC's cease to exist
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As I persist, to drill mics and fill glock clips
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Don't sleep, like Mobb Deep, I'm leaving brothers shook
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While you debatin' I'm urinatin' on your rap book
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I be Skillz see, the ill East Coast MC
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All my peeps down in VA, this one's for you B
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So don't give me nothin' I'm takin' my props
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And I ain't stoppin' till my face is on the side of a lunchbox
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The wack fold, ÌÔause they been told
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Their rhymes used to be worth something like Mr. T's gold
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Now I'm in, so watch me Kline like Calvin
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I'm the Dread Man, you fucked up by lettin' me make an album (huh)
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The outcome is ill, when I grip the steel
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Don't be mad at me (why?), if you ain't got no skill
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No questions, no second guessin' without a doubt
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Niggas know my name and they know who's in the house
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chorus 4x
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verse three: Mad Skillz
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Is VA up in here? (HELL YEAH!!!)
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Then here's a jam for you to spread across the state like welfare
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I'm a special dread, that still be tactics
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Doing MC's anytime, anyplace like Janet Jackson
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It ain't about dirt roads and corn bread
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Niggas be MC'ing, G'ing, war deeds and dread
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After this pack it up, I'll tell you my plan
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I'm on a VA tour with Kalonji my man
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Check it, hittin' city to city like a horny trucker
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This year, it's East Coast like a motherfucker
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Misconceptions are coming back like reflections
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Niggas who dissed, are now checkin' for my section
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They wanna be down, they makes me laugh
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That's like Brandy gettin' dropped and then you askin' for her autograph
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You know the steelo and Skillz be in ya
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It's just like that, nigga Virginia
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chorus 4x
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VA in the House
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Mad Skillz |