Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skillz In '95, artist - Mad Skillz. Date of issue: 20.11.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |