The beauty of the dark is the beauty of you. I dream of dreaming dreams of you. But nightmares always block the view. I can't sleep. The beauty of silence is the noise of no words.
(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,.
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.
* This version has the names censored, no other version exists. . "Mad Skillz" "On the real". "I'll probably make more money off your album than you" (Repeat 3x).
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.
...It's not about the salary. I do this so Mc's they twice before they battle me. Cause Liney B can really flow shit (say what!). This ain't no wo, thuggish ruggish, bow wow, yippie yo shit.
[Extra P]. 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.
*Bunch of emcees talkin about a cypha*. . {Verse 1}. I put roots on emcees who try to fade these, lyrics. kid please, i got the microphone disease. and i don't joke when it's time to go to work.
Do the laughs die when. One such as I run. And allow myself. Time for own true needs. . When convincing me. That you're on my team. May not lie to me.
Wake up young man, it's time to wake up. Your love affair has got to go. For ten long years, for ten long years. The leaves to rake up. . Slow suicide's no way to go, oh.
No doubt. Mad Skillz for the nine five shot son. Yeah, forever people wreckin' shit. . Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Skillz the mic freaker. The cordless technician I'll break beat seeker.
My pain is self-chosen, at least so The Prophet says. I could either burn or cut off my pride and buy some time. A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist.
So much blood I'm starting to drown. Runs from cold to colder. Time to time the sky's come down. To help me lose my way. . Tears and lies for answers.
Lifeless dead, that unclean bed, till or when her hunger's fed. How he'd wished that they would wed I promise on our love she said. Promises were never kept alone on dirty floor he slept.
For clear space and soundness of mind. I've let you play me for some time. One can only receive and retain. But the lies you recite for your gain. . So you rely on my faith in your kind.
Well. I don't wanna be a soldier, mama. I don't wanna die. . Well. I don't wanna be a sailor, mama. I don't wanna fly. . Well. I don't wanna be a failure, mama.
I don't know anything. I don't know anything. I don't know anything. I don't know who I am. . I don't know anything. I don't know anything. I don't know anything.
Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed. In the house of ill repute. Is this the way I spend my days. In recovery of a fatal disease?. . Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh.