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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 [x2] 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 Letras de cancionesYou 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 [x4] 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 [x2] [Big Daddy Kane] "I got skills" [x16 From Letras Mania