| 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 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 Has beens they both like bad skinz so face it After this joint yo we passin out some neck braces
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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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| 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 mcs smoke me take a toke
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| Ill 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 Im the one to set it You regret it Cuz my beats employin paramedics
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| I wet it Yeah and it will stay that way
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| I know youll 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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| 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 Before he get gis glock and gat up the party like gotti
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| Im 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 mcs 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… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Nod Factor , by - Mad Skillz. Song from the album From Where???, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп