1.From Where？？？(Intro)
...it's not about the salary
I do this so mc's think twice before they battle me
Cause lonnie b can really flow shit (say what!)
This ain't no wo, thuggish ruggish, bow wow, yippie yo shit
I through yo rappers like a bad poker hand
(now tell me, biggedy b, the man, yeah!)
Yeah, my rhymes style's scandalous leavin mc's in bandages
So many niggaz on my dick now i feed them semen fuckin
sandwiches
Hardcore when i throw rappers to the flow
Battlein me is like giving birth to a fuckin dinosaur
Fuck wack niggaz it's my turn
So how you gon' rap the microphone
And come weak in a motherfucking rock sperm
Mad skillz got this fucking mig on
I suck ya blood out motherfuckers
Like tom cruise with the wig on
Yeah about to make the loop
Cause i can keep motherfucking rap until biz markie gets cute
Aaaaaiiigghhttt!
Where you from, you gotta be from brooklyn man, you gotta be!
Na nah kid!
Yeah, na, ya that nigga from queens？
Na b nah, i ain't from queens
Oh! i've got it, that nigga from uptown, he gotta be!
Na, na, na kid!
No i ain't from uptown kid
Where ya from god？
Virginia
From where？？？
2.It's Goin Down
(chorus)
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down
I be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectives
Rappers couldn't see me, they hide it fucking detectives
Check this when i flex this, put it on point
That nigga skillz droping foucers in your local due joint
Im still paying deuce and saying cruise
Still geting up at niggaz asses
Like that little brothers underudce
Shoes haotatin' in ya air, it aint news i stay on bitches
Like dano kariges
At partys i retaits and make niggaz wanna fight
So when they play some reggae keep happerseein' to the right
Rigth outta my life you and ya hoddie bitch
Seein' thous of body, whitin no infron of me
V.a running shit, you best be believe it
If im up and commin, all ya niggaz is down and leavin'
Hit me with a tound when i come to ya town
When you see my face, you know it's about to go down
(chorus)
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down
Now if i told one time. i told you before child
You can't toutch one kid, who got two billons styles
Mean wild, when it comes to mics i be cheeting
Im destend to find new ways so ill mc's
And im real with this, i come of like a scat
It's the dread heads checking for repesenting north add
Kids pack tacs, i pack technics
Lyricol contact, now im strapped on the streetz
Freezby aient, niggaz be trying
But standing next to me kin but so in lyricele dyin
I wrote the rhyme n' wrote the next rappers back
So before you run up in my face, foe, remember that
And dance in the art n' main tain
A rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when it's swinging
Not yo bond mc's, don't aim to ever round
And bust off like four pound
Now bust how they go down
(chourus)
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down
Yo, my sex and be mic checking and mc decking
You can buck me i ain't contry
I never said i wreck it (true)
So wack mc's chill with defesistnts
Cause the minist that i freestyle
Can probably shoop n' your entistnts
I make beats to stort
Rappers be getting court
I swear all mc's be sampling my fucking thoughts
It's on when i hit the metchinon, beat acsin' at your show
Na, nigga i boo be check your microphone
Droping rappers and black hole, hell and head n',
Pull n' girls of smore
Like pam grier, seveny seven
You can't work a verse, pass it
When i come in niggaz start wrecking win like din jackins
Thinking they asking, lyricle breaking backs
My shit is hot, my reggae come,
Shouldn't be fucking prengsing wacks
(you don't repesent nigga)
Nigga hide that sound
Check your battle stats, cause it's about to go down
(chorus)
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down,
It's goin down baby, it's goin down baby, it's goin down baby,
It's goin down
3.The Nod Factor
Verse 1
I know your tired of bouncin so check this here
We got tha back breakin club shakin beat for this year
Yeah..so peep the steelo and the flow
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck already knows
So pass the mic and watch skillz rip fast
And have niggas up in parties catchin whiplash
Slash the wack..who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin eyebrows
I comin through to
About to get set
So act like wu..protect that neck
I still calm..im still tendin to the song
I be blowin up spots like i was sendin out mailbombs
Stya calm and be noddin see
Im like a black president(why)
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
Chorus
I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck knows it phat
Check it out like this and then like that
Verse2
My track packs enery like nuclear reactors
I be mad skillz and this be the nod factor
After mc's smoke me take a toke
I'll fuck your career like the cast on diffrent strokes
No joke..i see airlines and start aimin rhymes
My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines
Bumpin wit this big black broad named belinda
Oh you rap dont say jack
And walk quiet like a ninja
I injure..beats so you can expect to go to cairo
So i can practice checkin that neck and got set
Cuz guess what i'm the one to set it
You regret it
Cuz my beats employin paramedics
I wet it
Yeah and it will stay that way
I know you'll be back
You probably got some rhymes on lay away
But i be here freakin fat funk to make you sweat
Do me a favor
And tell your neck that i aint finished yet
Chorus(repeat ＊4)
Verse 3
I perfect raps stick in under your skin
Either your noddin by now
Or your dead or a mannequin
My friend resistin aint good for ya health
Put your tool on the shelf
And just go for self
Get help..get da drink and get the hidin
Get your groove on
Before he get gis glock and gat up the party like gotti
I'm runnin thangs from the inside
Rap better wait because your style done died
And let you corny-spiderman mc's sayin nuthin
Put your clothes on backwards if you feel like frontin
Im huntin for beats／on point like cleets
Wit da brand new sound
You can pump in ya jeeps..it be the nod factor
Rollin hard like tecs
Im skillz for real
Bringin it to you somethin stank
This track will be in ya ear
Like new wax／now max
And tell your neck veins to relax...
Chorus
4.Va In The House
Verse one：mad skillz
It's time to bring it down, don't front on the sound
Check your thunderpound, it be skillz blowing up from the
underground
Now, don't waste your time and try to taste mine
I'm killing mc's and going low-key like baselines
Be hesitant, va residents ain't friendly
Diss and i'll walk on your back like mr. benny
When my shit drop, all this wack shit'll stop
Till janet stops, rockin' planet rock
Keepin' it real hot
I specialize in microphone satisfaction
Hackin' mc's who think skillz be relaxin'
Straight from punchline ave, metaphor metropolis
I'm shockin' mc's like seeing their grandmothers topless
Watch this, check for my sequal
I make raps and niggas vanish like the village people
Hey, you checkin' for me check ound my way
They say skillz don't play when he's representin' va
Verse two： mad skillz
Yo, niggas get pissed, mc's cease to exist
As i persist, to drill mics and fill glock clips
Don't sleep, like mobb deep, i'm leaving brothers shook
While you debatin' i'm urinatin' on your rap book
I be skillz see, the ill east coast mc
All my peeps down in va, this one's for you b
So don't give me nothin' i'm takin' my props
And i ain't stoppin' till my face is on the side of a lunchbox
The wack fold, ause they been told
Their rhymes used to be worth something like mr. t's gold
Now i'm in, so watch me kline like calvin
I'm the dread man, you fucked up by lettin' me make an album
(huh)
The outcome is ill, when i grip the steel
Don't be mad at me (why？), if you ain't got no skill
No questions, no second guessin' without a doubt
Niggas know my name and they know who's in the house
Chorus 4x
Verse three： mad skillz
Is va up in here？ (hell yeah!!!)
Then here's a jam for you to spread across the state like
welfare
I'm a special dread, that still be tactics
Doing mc's anytime, anyplace like janet jackson
It ain't about dirt roads and corn bread
Niggas be mc'ing, g'ing, war deeds and dread
After this pack it up, i'll tell you my plan
I'm on a va tour with kalonji my man
Check it, hittin' city to city like a horny trucker
This year, it's east coast like a motherfucker
Misconceptions are coming back like reflections
Niggas who dissed, are now checkin' for my section
They wanna be down, they makes me laugh
That's like brandy gettin' dropped and then you askin' for her
autograph
You know the steelo and skillz be in ya
It's just like that, nigga virginia
Chorus 4x
5.Tongues Of The Next Shit
Mad skillz and the immortal, keepin it in the streets
Track back with amnesiac microphone techniques
I see the thunder hear the lightning when i'm writing
Mc's are always fighting, i find that shit real inviting
So let's face it, cause as soon as we meet
You and your crew will dissapear like lee from fuckin beat
street
Breathtakin words, verbs, and subliminals
Make mc's wanna have cookouts around my genitals
Smackin dice and boobytrappin mics
Watchin mc's try to see me when they know i'm beyond they sights
Mortals with no skills, check the fusion
Yo my style's a gold digger, cause me and her be usin men
Professionals, mass intellectuals
Snatchin the man out your body like a homosexual
I'm kickin style to make the microphone sweat
Cause we on some shit, that the next nigga ain't on yet
My lyrics split, oceans, the mystic, phenomenon
Kalonji rocks, rhymes like, romulan war bombs
Inside flow, realistic, perfectonist
Intelligence posesses my brain like the exorcist
I change, and switch places like an inter-transitional
Element, from outer space
It's the ultra, human eater of mics
With telepathics that float, inside, infinite gigabytes
Of many eyes, which spit up poisonous quadratic formulas
Hold up, let me warn ya
This manuscriptical, crimatical, architechtural
Connectical, poetical, supernatural, mathe-matical
Infallible, theoretical acrobatical
Paragraphical basic instinctual
Warrior, hip-hop artist who catches wreck is on that shit
That the next nigga ain't even on yet
crib
Skillz, the ill rapper killer you'll emerge
From a sack with a fucked up body like a caterpillar
What？ it's dope if i conceive it
And if you made it then that shit's bound to be paraplegic
So leave it, and fuck what niggaz might say
It's time for real niggaz to represent, va the right way
We gets in it and pussy dudes get fried
If you birthin wack rhymes, get yo' motherfuckin tubes tied
Yes, conceived at logic like spock
I posess the vital force to make, humans, stop
And watch the immortal one, kalonji
Cause, a million planets be followin me like gandhi
All the way to the damn end of the universe
Exobiologic, foremost and first
Check it i got so much flavor, here taste it
In the future, boom it in your, boom it in your
Boom it in your spaceship - the next shit
To all you future motherfuckers, wake up now
And see what's gonna happen
＊ music fades out and comes back in ＊
Word to my mother!
I be super lyrics like jason's crazy ass brother
Nigga, my superpowers catch wreck
I'm mixin up ill styles, like interracial sex
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Yes word, so be hesitant -- if you look at me wrong nigga
You get the fuckin speech impediment
What？ uh-huh
Invincible, in va, like ..
＊ fades beyond recognition＊
6.Doin' Time In The Cypha
7.Tip Of The Tongue
Uhh.. nine-five shizzot, in the hizzouse
Uh what nigga？ tch, uhh, uhh, uhh..
Watch my style rise like ？ on your eyes
And battlin is hard, like retards becomin jedi's
Watch the dread fry, submerge it from tripes
Born from a virgin, with a eye in her back
So where you at -- when i choose to chew through rhythms
Makin bitches woof, like they had seven niggaz with em
Mc's is sleazy, plus they styles is easy
Fool take that shit to help son and give it to fuckin wheezy
Or helen, i'm crackin open mc's melons
Tonight aight yo, i'ma leave some microphones swellin
(man i be flowin) whatcha flow got to do with me？
Yo i'm wiser so be pryor and act like you can't see
I'm the abyss so wack niggaz take a dive
I'm over killer beats the average kids won't survive
You wanna battle？ come on and bring it on son
I got your whole family tree on the tip of my tongue
Chorus： mad skillz (repeat 4x)
Floatin lyrics, from the tip of my tongue
I swing (swing) i sway (sway) i swung (swung)
Check it
I flow with tight raps, niggaz get a tight face
Attitude's, like i parked in they handicapped space
But i wets it, wrecks it when i mic checks it
Givin girls my number backwards, tellin em i'm dyslexic
Don't front -- you know what type of shit i'm on
Rippin mics of all types, verbal master sha-kwan
You were warned about the northside click
Bitch, flex, and get your neck stretched like dionne warwick
Let me lick a shot for all my niggaz in the streets
Gettin ill keepin it real doin what they gotta do to eat
Compete and get hit with dizzy techniques
The only crossin over i'm doin is a motherfuckin street
So listen, i get in where i fit in and word to god
I like beats hard like holdin your shit in, sit in
On the session watch your body get numb
A real mc keeps his skills on the tip of his tongue, what？
Chorus
Verse, tre, who's tryin to leave in a hearse today？
See skillz has skills since your great grandma'a first birthday
In the worst way, my styles be diesel
My crew ain't goin no-fuckin-where nigga we the forever people
Gettin rid of, bullshit, when i bang ya
So mc's don't talk to me, just consider me a stranger
Take a toke i hope you don't choke
Cause if you ever see my shit it'll be through a kaleidoscope
Leavin marks to embark then gettin beat sparked
Floatin lyrics from the tip like an ark
I got rhymes to stand the test of time
I'm bound to climb, when i go one time for your mind
I'm fulfillin my purpose in life, pah (what is it？)
See i was put here so wack niggaz, would know how wack they are
You know who you are your shit's saggin, word is bond
My shit's tighter than five virgins in a volkswagen
Chorus 2x
Do you have any idea how tight, that, five virgins, well, fuck
it..
8.Extra Abstract Skillz
We bout to bring em out
We bout to bring em out
A lot of niggaz in this rap world, come out, and dumb out
Me, i bring the bassline and drum out
Plus write scriptures, that bust bright pictures
When mad skillz, ？cool reef daddy？ plus tip
Just stepped inside the lab, to keep the extra skillz ab
You either true fat or cut the flab
On the microphone hot it's skillz before heat
A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat
And i got both, bout to cook up a loaf of bread
On your motherfuckin head!
Yeah, here comes that kid mad skillz rippin styles with
perfections
Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections
I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
Step on niggaz domes, leavin crews with down's syndrome
I'm skillz, ending out the extra abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the back
It's like that, that's the only way it'll be
So if it gets said nigga, it got to be by me
I represent v-a well, peace to the cella dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was denzel
Who wanna come test and attempt to come near
I shaked your puny record sales and end your career
Lookie here, no need to get fly and shit
In ninety-five, i'm on sucka mc wanna die shit
To your chest and watch the mic get ripped
Mad skillz, extra p, and my brother q-tip
Huhuhuhuhuhuh ＊shuddering sound＊ like the doc bruce banner
Hit you with a ray which is similar to gamma
Do you believe in miracles, ？
Like i believe in myself, but i don't believe in you
What you need to do is get faith
Take your spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher place
Cause i'ma bring out, the holy ghost in niggaz
In my lyrical church, and i be hostin niggaz, uh
Submergin bodies in water, you know you oughta
Lose all the glitter and flash, and get raw ass
I've been ordained by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop
Raw hoppin and the wack rappers reeling
Chorus： mad skillz
Who got the shit that make your wigs go back？
Yeah, we got the skillz that be extra abstract
Who's packin shit to make your wigs go back？
Yeah, we got the skillz that be extra abstract
Whose got the shit that make your wig go back？
Yeah, we got the skillz that be extra abstract
Who got the shit that make your wig go back？
Yeah, we got the skillz..
Yo, check the status, i write madness like sutter kane
Body-snatchin mc's and pullin souls out the frame
You know my name, v-a's invincible mad skillz
Intoxicatin rappers like eight million advils
You comin black, bring your lyrics, fuck a gat
Don't play, every real nigga in v-a got my back
I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact
You ain't gettin shit, virginia'll send your demo tape back
Don't waste your time tryin to sound like me
Nigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and just drown for me
I take you back like the ebony island
In the three twenty-five, with your fuckin wife freestylin
Uh, like that
Mad skillz, extra abstract
Keepin it real on the set
Yeah, catchin wreck
Yeah yeah we bout to blast off
Mad skillz bout to blast off
Tribe called quest bout to blast off
Large professor bout to blast off
All around just blastin off
East coast, we bout to blast it off
Down south gotta blast it off
Uptown you gotta blast it off uh
V-a you gotta blast it off
9.Wmad(Interlude)
10.Get Your Groove On
Yo it's the weekend, time for freakin, no doubt
Hit the mall, get a hookup, night falls and i'm out
Pick up my man (whattup hobbes？) from around my block
Get nice, pump the sounds, now it's time to hit the spot
Crews downtown freestylin off beats
If heads start whylin i got the glock in the seat
Hectic out front, some chillin some wild
Tonight i'm takin a niggaz girl like ill and al
I freak raps so black they let me through the back
The dj was on point, the joint was packed
Females were all of that, i'm seein nothin but dimes
Moet on ice, yeah it's time to go for mine
Dancefloor got packed when they played all night long
Brothers that front with blunts passin round the ？
Crew mode in effect, party can't go wrong
This is strictly for my peeps that's gettin they groove on
Get your groove on (4x)
To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, hennesey and perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on
Standin by the speaker as the tempo gets faster
Brothers runnin through piece huntin for dutch masters
As the night proceeds g's lightin more weed
Fake players tryin to find the freaks that they need
Of course they get their cards pulled quick
90's girls are independent, and ain't havin no bullshit
Niggaz get scorned, girls be gettin they acts on
Word bond, when glorifyin mine, i get my mack on
There's t'yon, the baddest dip in the place
I'm checkin for her, but her ugly ass friend all in my face
'ain't you mad skillz？' yeah and your grill is through
You not t-boz baby, i'm not tryin to creep wit u
Next a reggae set, freaks flippin they wigs
Bouncers by the door beatin brothers like bad kids
More heads at the door man this party ain't stoppin
Get your groove on, cause it's on and poppin
Get your groove on (4x)
To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, hennesey and perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on
By now, the heads outside is pissed
Cause the fool at the door sayin he ain't got a guest list
I'm sippin 'lua and milk, all in a drunk mode
Brothers panickin cause they heard they cars got towed
'sup, what time is this over？' yo i don't know but it's live
'i paid $20 to get here man' yeah and i paid five
They got you, but i'm tryin to get with her pah
Right there, mini-skirt 'where？' chillin by the bar
How you doin？ 'fine.' yo what's your name？ 'keisha.'
Yo what you rollin your eyes for shorty you havin a seizure？
'nah i'm just tired of all these niggaz harassin.'
You was doin the runnin man before, but now you ain't dancin？
It's over anyway, and outside it's mad cops
Heads still cockin biscuits, poppin off shots
Same places different faces every weekend it moves
I send this out to those that's tryin to catch a groove
Get your groove on (4x)
To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, hennesey and perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on
Get your groove on (4x)
To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, hennesey and perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on
11.The Jam
12.Move Ya Body
On the real, i freak techniques and beats in my sleep
The mack back in action show skills when i speak
Watch my - leak when i bring it to your face
I still corner dimes, but in the nine i'm on a paper chase
Glass rocks, mega tops, tims on your block
Holding heat like crock pots and keeping g's in my socks
(so, what's up, hopps？)
I got to keep it tight like seams
'cause ain't no fiends
Coming in between me and my dreams
See what i mean, black？
I keep it real like that
F a 'word is bond'
I need stocks and bonds from these ill raps
Rappers won't see me with contacts, friend
So, please act you've got a siamese twin and think again
'cause in the end i start off with flavor
Next to bless your chest with freestyle fantasia
Smooth behavior
Seeing rappers as illusions
Meaning they disappear but i'm hear to keep you moving
Chorus：
Everybody, move ya body!
Everybody, move ya body!
Everybody, move ya body!
I don't think twice, kid
You know i bring it to ya live
(repeat)
See, i don't get writer's block
Yo, i block other writers
And there's been nights i had to wear sniper attire for biters
Don't make that same mistake and get scarred, retard
I see that tape you listening to got you thinking that you hard
But dig this...
Cut your hair and get your name on your stomach
I still find ways to make your whole rap career plummet
Maintain
I steal mics out of the frame
But now people think they know me 'cause they know my real name
While i stay same
Doing shows and tours
Somewhere in a phat crib(？) playing sega in the dashboard
Styles of sword(？) and flowing steadily
Trapping mcs in mazes forever like frankie beverly
You know the steeze
I'm bringing beats to they knees
Holacausting mcs and sees some g's before i breath
That's how it be
It's no doubt that i
Got to bring it to your chest as i bring it to ya live
Chorus
So, from this point on until the day that they bury me
I'll still be on a hunt trying to snatch this currency
Putting my peeps on while friends turn fake
They get pissed thinking i be in switzerland checking some real
estate
Dropping lps every year
Somewhere in a mansion with a butler named vincent jeffrey
belvadere
I'm rare
But, rappers ain't trying to hear
The reason why their girl freestyled her number in my ear
It's my year, son, and i ain't trying to slip
I'm trying to collect props and get not(？) to stretch money
clips
Honey-dips
I keep 'em on like low end
So, f five-o
Illegal, so we don't got to go there
It's so unfair
How i do wack crews shady
They want to be next up
Their style sucks like a new baby
They can't faze me
Mics and man fusion
Beats i keep bruising
Do your thing and keep moving
Chorus
(repeat twice)
13.Street Rules
14.All In It
15.Unseen World
Yeah what？
Time for lyrical shanks to your gut
Death to wack mc's
First up is my nigga lonnie b
First up to make it liver, i catch wreck like drunk drivers
Been through many battles but i left no survivors
So whassup？ those that want a beef nigga bring it on
Cause when i'm done, it'll be my dick that you're swingin on
From the way i say my rap clear
I make people more excited than a faggot that got a pap smear
The crooked truth rap sensation, i ain't to be fucked with
You better off practicin masturbation
Line after line i bring excitement like a hooker
So put rubbers on your ears, then diaphragms on your woofer
As the rhyme buster, mic clutcher, from richmond
Show the real definition of the word represent
(southside!) the place where i dwell so
Recog-nas nas nas, that _it ain't hard to tell_
Who's the best, blessed with lyrical, context that kick
Just like that little girl that got shot in +fresh+
Word to momma, i'm hotter than that nigga with the bomber
Leather pants on, in hell holdin hands with jeffrey dahmer
Yo, let me make this clear - i ain't the baddest rapper out
there
But i'ma take his place until he get here
The sun shitter, hoarse all-star spitter
More ？ and asteroid transfixer
Upchucks the medicine, chest of anguish
In a fantasy, holy sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
To septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace of the immortal one
I am the poisonous priest of fifty until the ？m'salaam？
So every naked ape on earth bow down in silence
To the slumlord, of all universe reality
Ironic supalism sodomizes your mentality
Science super-mystics and futuristics join in wedlock
So my freon cyrogenics make your head rot pop then bust
From galactic cryathallic mechany mal ？？
Preposterous, ice in my drop, yeah that's niggaz
When i bend prisms and ride soundwaves in your eutrichula
Malopropism is none, when i cerebrum wash in your brain pan
Mixin ooze, your state of bein and attitude
Petuitary shrinks, accepts it when
I bite then flatten your head
Richencypholic surgeon of my cosmorama, astrophysical
Invades one, individual stands
And uses cosmic radiation as a cosmetic
To beautify inner fantastic, gory flow
So, writing weak rhymes to your boomin system is no mo'
When i induce arthritic rheumatism
In dosages in sterile toxosins, ex-osmosis
Infect the schlerois, of your trickanumerolagia
Understand, who are you, to defend against, mindbenda
Yeah the northside click, rocks the spot
The forever people, rocks the spot
Dj street, rocks the spot
To the roc comin next, time to get your props
Yo, umm, befo' i knock out yo' lies
There is something you need to know
Breakin mo' grounds than aftershocks from the earthquakes in san
fran'
More determination than a bull, seein redman
Imagine, technic glare +from where？？？+
Competition say i gotta be display em in a photo album
Disorganized has the other file
Bein flamboyant like ？ herbal user, slash, barracuda
With key maneuvers like silent troopers of styles
？？ to split your wig and nip your eyebrows
Go to space and greet the stars, huh
Started chewin on the milky way, thought it was the candy bar
You get the gong cause we niggaz do wrong
And if you're young, and in love, do the moves of michael evens
Singin songs, big up to my peoples northside
Show the brotherhood, how i recognize
I've been, detonatin equivalyrical exposives
Rambo soldiers deep like the black trials of moses
Madness and wisdom accelerates my pendulum
No attackin my forces of life, cause i got ten of em
Dangerous, disciple killin images
My warfare dreads be just like nemesis
Infiltrates, holy massacres like ？tnakarid？
My religion break down prisons for missionaries
In it to survive, so enlist, in strategies
My non-exist thinkin only lead, to casualties
I'm battlin, invadin, interceptin
Makin sure don't nuttin move in your section
Don't misinterpret my threats as just talk
And the raise of a hand can make, worlds start haltin
The almighty, leavin gods and nations lost
Cause when my shit hits i leave holes like sawed-offs
Yo, it's the mad child layin verses like tile
Niggaz go impotent, when i kick these potent ass freestyles
Wack mc's get mad and look at me hard
Cause they used to be the shit, like mcdonald's on broad
It's odd, how niggaz try to bomb
Then i be fadin more motherfuckers than aids story harvest
Throwin niggaz away like apple cores - i don't wanna see shit
But some hits and ed mcmahon at my front door
I'm rippin tapes, niggaz still makin shit cakes
Slippin down to fall off dudes tryin to get they shit straight
I'm tryin to get paid troop -- i want more g's
Than a girl named gigi gaggin on some gin and garlic glue
Niggaz think they hype, but they ain't touchin these
Their styles plaid out like stripe cuffed lee's
Please! in ninety-five, i'ma be straight
Stealin mc's like dj's be stealin milk crates
Ask dre, can't nobody hack it, they ill dre？
You get beheaded with a motherfuckin hatchet
Haste makes waste and taste the bass
When you see me - you don't see me get the fuck out my face
To that nigga speedis toine, rock the house
To them heads raw deal, rock the spot
To mike the merciless, rock the spot
To my brother danja mowf, rock the spot..
16.Inherit The World
Rappers came with their styles and i left with their heads
Their crews became victim of the body-snatchin dread
The world is now mine, the world belongs to me
I carefully planned the extinction of all wack mc's
Now innocents must prepare for my slaughter
My style will inherit the world, just like water
Cover it like sauce, think about who lost
Niggaz minds was the reason for the mc holocaust
I'll be the first to admit, i'm on some next shit
Two rappers stepped up and left bullemic, and anorexic
I told humans i'd conquer and bomb shit
Now i stand alone and take care of my continents
A＆r's used to ignore me (yep) realized i was nice
Now it's no one left here to write my life story
Ninety-five rappers shelled like pearls
Hit by genocide, i inherited the world
Chorus： repeat 4x
Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's hard
'crews crumble up, under pressure god!'
I came alone, draggin bags of bones
Slit my own wrists, and bleedin out microphones
Consider me the mc who lives forever
Rainin hemlock on niggaz, yes, the god of the weather
The end of time as you know it without a shotty
In the simple game of freeze tag, i touched everybody
Man's worst creation like the bomb
Just exist in life form, then i'm leavin town tomorrow
If i hadn't done it, the world wouldn't be clean
Now i memorize rhymes, work on my time machine
Nothin shall breathe, or be conceived
They shoulda known, now it's on and the world's on it's knees
I feel relieved, free from their directions
Now i battle my reflection, ask rhetorical questions (uh-huh)
My actions, they might make mortals earl
I won't have that problem, i inherited the world
Chorus
Now put thought to the word one
Cause now i got mad time to think about what i done
It's too quiet here, i'm losin my mentality
I'm actually alone and i'm startin to see reality
No more hip-hop -- what was i thinkin of？
No more fat tracks and no family to love
No incidents makin black people tighter
No more real mc's doin time in the cypher
No wreckin shows, no more gettin biz
I fantasize and hear voices sayin, 'yo that shit was fat kid'
Nothin to look forward to, day after day
So why write rhymes - who's gonna hear what i have to say？
And if i do, who's gonna appreciate it？
Humanity terminated, i'm alone and i hate it
I lost it all, my crew and my girl
All because i had to inherit the world..
Chorus (-mad skillz) ＊ repeat to end ＊
Uhh.. mad skillz.. keep on
Peace out to everybody that's here
All the corpses, all the wack mc's..
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