Now if you had my eyes then youd 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 mcs
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 mcs
Im at ease when I spot another beat to seize
So dont 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 hadnt 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, Im putting niggas careers on mute
When I represent, I lotta kids wont survive
Names mad skillz, years 95 (repeat 2x)
Indeed proceed I need to make rappers bleed
My words hurt ya, my thoughts are nurtured like seeds
Its my year son, so throw your style away
Dont underrate me, cause I smell niggas fears from miles away
Rip a mic host and Im ghost
Peace to myn benda and kilonji from the slums of the cosmos
You get ill on skillz? come on, dont jet
Close your front door, nigga, cause your styles on house arrest
Skillz, nigga, with the mad in the front
Maintaining through strife cause life is like a manhunt
I breathe rap, gs need to heed that
Treat me like Im on in the back up, now you gets no feedback
Stop grazing, dont keep it real on occaision
You cant see me, chase me through the walls I be phasing
And adapt, cause I aint hearing nothing but rap
Im here to bless the mic and represent real like that
When I represent, I lotta kids wont survive
Names mad skillz, years 95 (repeat 4x)
Yeah, the average head cant seem to understand
Its 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
Dont 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, thats my motto
Mcs 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, Im 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 wont survive
Names mad skillz, years 95 (repeat 2x)
"i got skills" - big daddy kane (repeat 16x)
