Skillz In '95 Lyrics - Singles - Mad Skillz

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)