Verse 1
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I know your tired of bouncin so check this here
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we got tha back breakin club shakin beat for this year
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yeah..so peep the steelo and the flow
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I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck already knows
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so pass the mic and watch Skillz rip fast
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and have niggas up in parties catchin whiplash
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slash the wack..who tryin to bite my style
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take yo ass to da old school
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and part your fuckin eyebrows
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I comin through to
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about to get set
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so act like WU..Protect that Neck
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I still calm..Im still tendin to the song
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I be blowin up spots like I was sendin out mailbombs
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stya calm and be noddin see
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Im like a black president(why)
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cuz niggas aint seein me
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has beens they both like bad skinz so face it
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after this joint yo we passin out some neck braces
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Chorus
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I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck knows it phat
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check it out like this and then like that
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[Repeat *4]
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Verse2
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My track packs enery like nuclear reactors
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I be Mad Skillz and this be the Nod Factor
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after Mc's smoke me take a toke
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I'll fuck your career like the cast on Diffrent Strokes
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no joke..I see airlines and start aimin rhymes
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My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines
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bumpin wit this big black broad named Belinda
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oh you rap dont say jack
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and walk quiet like a ninja
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I injure..beats so you can expect to go to Cairo
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so I can practice checkin that neck and got set
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cuz guess what I'm the one to set it
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you regret it
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cuz my beats employin paramedics
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I wet it
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yeah and it will stay that way
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I know you'll be back
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you probably got some rhymes on lay away
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But I be here freakin fat funk to make you sweat
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do me a favor
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and tell your neck that I aint finished yet
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Chorus(Repeat *4)
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Verse 3
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I perfect raps stick in under your skin
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either your noddin by now
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or your dead or a mannequin
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my friend resistin aint good for ya health
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put your tool on the shelf
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and just go for self
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Get help..get da drink and get the hidin
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get your groove on
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before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti
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I'm runnin thangs from the inside
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rap better wait because your style done died
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And let you corny-spiderman Mc's sayin nuthin
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put your clothes on backwards if you feel like frontin
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Im huntin for beats/on point like cleets
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wit da brand new sound
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you can pump in ya jeeps..It be the Nod Factor
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rollin hard like tecs
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Im Skillz for real
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bringin it to you somethin stank
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this track will be in ya ear
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like new wax/now max
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and tell your neck veins to relax...
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Chorus
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The Nod Factor
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Mad Skillz |