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I know your tired of bouncin so check this here We got tha back breakin club shakin beat for this year Yeah..so peep the steelo and the flow I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck already knows So pass the mic and watch skillz rip fast And have niggas up in parties catchin whiplash Slash the wack..who tryin to bite my style Take yo ass to da old school And part your fuckin eyebrows I comin through to About to get set So act like wu..protect that neck I still calm..im still tendin to the song I be blowin up spots like I was sendin out mailbombs Stya calm and be noddin see Im like a black president(why) Cuz niggas ain’t seein me Has beens they both like bad skinz so face it After this joint yo we passin out some neck braces Chorus I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck knows it phat Check it out like this and then like that [repeat *4] Verse2 My track packs enery like nuclear reactors I be mad skillz and this be the nod factor After mc’s smoke me take a toke I’ll fuck your career like the cast on diffrent strokes No joke..i see airlines and start aimin rhymes My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines Bumpin wit this big black broad named belinda Oh you rap don’t say jack And walk quiet like a ninja I injure..beats so you can expect to go to cairo So I can practice checkin that neck and got set Cuz guess what I’m the one to set it You regret it Cuz my beats employin paramedics I wet it Yeah and it will stay that way I know you’ll be back You probably got some rhymes on lay away But I be here freakin fat funk to make you sweat Do me a favor And tell your neck that I ain’t finished yet Chorus(repeat *4) Verse 3 I perfect raps stick in under your skin Either your noddin by now Or your dead or a mannequin My friend resistin ain’t good for ya health Put your tool on the shelf And just go for self Get help..get da drink and get the hidin Get your groove on Before he get gis glock and gat up the party like gotti I’m runnin thangs from the inside Rap better wait because your style done died And let you corny-spiderman mc’s sayin nuthin Put your clothes on backwards if you feel like frontin Im huntin for beats/on point like cleets Wit da brand new sound You can pump in ya jeeps..it be the nod factor Rollin hard like tecs Im skillz for real Bringin it to you somethin stank This track will be in ya ear Like new wax/now max And tell your neck veins to relax... Chorus  More Mad Skillz Song Lyrics
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