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 ‘round 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, ‘cause 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 gri