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Mad Skillz lyrics - From Where???

Va In The House

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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 憆ound my way They say Skillz don't play when he's representin' VA chorus 4x: [Mad Skillz] Virginia's in the house [I said it] V-A [so what you gotta say?] 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, 慶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

People's Court

DJ Clue
[Featuring Nature Noreaga] Chorus Haven't you heard platinum makes the amateurs swerve Nature Noreaga like Magic Bird call a timeout make a quick sub pull ya rhyme out and rip it up nigga rip it up! Nature: I shook hands wit many killas some did it for fun it's like a rush the way it comes to make the innocent run niggas brag abotu it and recapture the pain just to see a young brother getting snatched from his frame its many ways to do it anger plays a major role when its done its done don't try to save ya soul you'll be amazed how quick police learn the businss nowhere to run young blood you done burned ya bridges a nervous wreck makin ya calls collect confessing ta hoes a man of respect now a vegetable scorned by the world for being cold-hearted he killed one of his own it's fucked up but he sold product no can do, he got cancelled I watched'em as he tried to pull out but he never got a chance to just a little man, his bite less than his bark yo he thought he had a name ti; niggas tested his heart lossed stripes in the street at nights and sleep at the same time I used ta send'em ta stores and make'em rhyme had a seed on the way smoke weed all day thunwas speedage didn't think the heat would freeze'em I tried to tell'em correct'em like convicted felons by the time he realized it's to late, a slug split his melon seen'em spralled out from the fourth floor in the blink of an eye it was over the killa walked off! CHORUS 2x Noreaga: A yo we thugged out, wit ILLWILL on some city shit keeping it real, while ya niggas on that pretty shit what the dealy wit? know I only smoke a philly wit lamma lamma and got a bitch in Atlanta and every time I fuck her, yo it's on camera and I'm the freak type, get head and lay meat right y'all niggas burned bridges I coulda had y'all tight a yo I spit this, tellin' y'all to live wit this I coulda had you in the bank now you lost ya rank you should blame only ya'self ya self today you know me hate to have to do it homey we used to be cool now it's like you don't know me all that jealously shit stupidity shit had me thinkin' on some foul shit diggin' in ritz now I'm 98 what my niggas still have fun if i ain't fuckin' wit Nate, I'm fucking wit Jung number 1 rule of the game don't trust no one likle them weak niggas yo you know if they trick in ya face, tellin' stories when they lie on they dick while I get cake live like a cookin Beat tape like that old school shit that he used to make yo from Kansas ta San Francis niggas catch me at the club but i never dances play the bar close niggas watchin' me, I'm like a mantis I won't take chances peep the hair on my chest that's what happen when you drinkin' rade, henney and stress drink my life away. right away shoot up ya Guess yo it's me and Nate we like two of the best! CHORUS2X Nature: I got the whole anchalota the glamour and glitz my name upon the walk of fame right behing Frank Sinatra it ain't na da but one for the win column y'all need to stop frontin' actin' like y'all big dollar fraudulent fucks I stay calling ya bluff causing friction calling ya chickens, for a quick buff rippin'em up to some Lou Rawls shit it ain't a game, you was hot but you lossed it change ya methods renevate quick to save the extras ya mic's hooked up but y'all brains ain't connected it ain't my fault ya niggas came defective I'm the specialist at rap opposite of pessemis shots more accurate than Petrovic when my shit drop y'all niggas better check for it ya gotta love it, the way I'm comin' at you in the purest form the wars on, you thought we would flop well than ya thought wrong! CHORUS2X

Klap Your Hands

Das EFX "Dead Serious"
Verse One: Dray Well uhh, ???? is macaroni and cheese Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh sneeze not, I gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-day Shucks, I'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon so shout Wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom! Drayx up for sure dang, now that I'm flexed My a-EFX'll quote, when the bridge fell down and I'ma good ship with the lollipop Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black Oki doki, oopsy Daisy, cos I'm Krayzie like that But it's the cat got snuffed, or Mr.Red and his crew so roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make but hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and...... Hook: Klap your hands now (x3) Verse Two: Skoob Bon voyage, look out below cos umm I got my socks on, the popcorn, the Hubba Bubba, yep gum Skippity bum, you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a Marvin, choose a ship Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip in the morning, yawning as I stand for group check To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja back to book bets' and then S-K-double O-Be on *?mansel?* So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands Hook (x3) Verse Three: Dray Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know Mr. Magoo? You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes, so holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?* The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and...... Hook (x3) Verse Four: Skoob A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ???? I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap and all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn boop but don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2 Aiyo, sit Booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it Cos Poof the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back hump back, I, you can't touch I cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya...... Hook to fade

Looseys

Das EFX "Dead Serious"
Verse One: Dray Well uhh ???? is macaroni and cheese Before I start I gots ta umm fart no I gots ta uhh sneeze not I gotcha trippin yippity doo da day Shucks I'm makin bucks so umm hip hip hooray and then some Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon so shout Wa bap a loo ba bawa bam boom! Drayx up for sure dang now that I'm flexed My a EFX'll quote when the bridge fell down and I'ma good ship with the lollipop Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black Oki doki, oopsy Daisy, cos I'm Krayzie like that But it's the cat got snuffed, or Mr.Red and his crew so roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make but hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and...... Hook: Klap your hands now (x3) Verse Two: Skoob Bon voyage, look out below cos umm I got my socks on, the popcorn, the Hubba Bubba, yep gum Skippity bum, you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a Marvin, choose a ship Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip in the morning, yawning as I stand for group check To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja back to book bets' and then S-K-double O-Be on *?mansel?* So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands Hook (x3) Verse Three: Dray Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know Mr. Magoo? You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes, so holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?* The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and...... Hook (x3) Verse Four: Skoob A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ???? I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap and all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn boop but don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2 Aiyo, sit Booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it Cos Poof the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back hump back, I, you can't touch I cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya...... Hook to fade

Low, Down, Dirty

EMINEM "Slim Shady EP"
Warning, this shit's gon be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, 'Bitch you got a sick kid' Arrested, molested myself and got convicted Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo 'Murder Murder Redrum' Brain size of a bread crumb Which drug will I end up dead from Inebriated, till my stress is eleviated 'How in the fuck can Eminem and shady be related?' Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder Jumped out (Ahhhh!) killed the bitch and did her Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was little'er Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin Bette Midler Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her Chorus: Eminem + (Redman Sample) - 2X [E] I'm low down and I'm shiftee! 'And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him and ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from..' I lace tunes, I'm out this world like Space Moons With a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like braze wounds Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits Doing whippits, passed out like Sanford snippits Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it I'ma let your grandpa hit it Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage Losing all of my leverage Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left rich Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage Smoked out like Eckridge Band just making my neck itch What the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips Slap hips, support domestic violence Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust smoking? If all your shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in Chorus My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense tingling Lit it like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England I'm out the game, put the second string in This Brandy got my swinging Bobbing back and forth like a penguin Delinquent, toking microphones with Broken English Make your mama be like 'Ohh! This is good! Who sing this?' 'Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love it It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit.' It was predicted by a medic I'd grow to be an addicted diabetic Living off liquid Triametic Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever vanishing Panicing, I think I might have just took too much Anasin Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue I think I'm dying, God is that you? Somebody help me, before I OD on an LP Take me to ER ASAP for and IV Motherfuck JLB, they don't support no hip hop They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon come is Tupac It's politics, it's all a fix Setup by these white blue collared hicks Just to make a dollar off of black music With a subliminal ball of tricks But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks Chorus

Hit Squad Heist

EPMD "Business as Usual"
[Featuring Redman] (Chorus) Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x) (PMD) When I turn a party out all hands is in the air Some say it's chill New York throw chairs The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip Girls rush the stage faggots cold dip Low to avoid the caps and blows By the gangbanners at the B boy shows Wit the cops trying to control the crowd But they can't systems crank So What'cha Saying 's pumping loud Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and The bass continues to thump Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout Niggas, Niggas , yea, cold turn the party out Chorus (E Double) Rap combat squares sat and I attack Any crab MC that's down wit the wack And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech I'm terror, new edition to rap era I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)? Yo, wit that, I can break fool Especially when the posse is thick and got tools Make me feel good 'cause they got steel No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal K-A, microphone wrecker E-D The O, the U, the B, the L to the E Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn Mess wit me and get your manhood token Chorus (Redman) I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex You bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when I ?(pit)? Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit Fe Fi Fo Fum funky to floor a Fuck a freak, words before play Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack On a Q-Tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback A monster, murder muthafuckas like Manson A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back I slam Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam Jump off the Jim before I jack my johnson I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swanson Get a stamp dummy, I'm digging a dungeon Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dum dums Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo Known as I live large, life will be luxury Ladies in Lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me Nasty nigga, competition is none From Newark, New Jersey, knot hairs like Mike Nunn Shit, rap is still when I'm stroking Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea Cut like Chuckie, plus style it top D Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo; Hold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels Chorus

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