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
Vertimas: Mad Skillz. Iš kur? (Intro).
'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
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???
[Mad Skillz] Now who done passed you a diaper and got you thinkin you the shit? The styles I be inkin get you hyper when I get and attack tracks Bruise
head noddin cuz your neck knows it phat check it out like this and then like that [x4] [Verse2] My track packs enery like nuclear reactors I be Mad Skillz
that cream, knahmean? [Chorus: x2] The streets don't care who you are And those who fake jacks son they never get far [Mad Skillz] Yo, where I reside
[Mad Skillz] No doubt Mad Skillz for the nine-five shot son Yeah.. forever people wreckin shit, uh-huh Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Skillz the
nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of bread on your motherfuckin head! [Mad Skillz] Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz
[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
sawed-offs [Mad Skillz] 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
'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
some next shit kid [K] Yo whatchu on Kwan? [M] I'm on some next shit kid [K] Well blueprint a niggaz face and use his head as the grid [Mad Skillz] Mad Skillz
tip of my tongue [Chorus x4: Mad Skillz] Floatin lyrics, from the tip of my tongue I swing (swing) I sway (sway) I swung (swung) [Mad Skillz] Check
This is strictly for my peeps that's gettin they groove on Get your groove on [x4] To all the ladies - lookin mad fly And to all the fellas - gettin mad
different heads, different styles Yeah, who's next to flex? Yeah, you know the deal Chillin in the cypha where the shit is MAD real [Chorus] [Mad Skillz
hate it I lost it all, my crew and my girl All because I had to inherit the world.. [Chorus repeat to end: Mad Skillz] Uhh.. Mad Skillz.. keep on Peace
