ترانه:
Mad Skillz

No doubt Mad Skillz for the nine five shot son Yeah, forever people wreckin' shit Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Skillz the mic freaker The cordless

This is strictly for my peeps that's gettin they groove on Get your groove on (4x) To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly And to all the fellas -- gettin mad

myn benda and kilonji from the slums of the cosmos You get ill on skillz? come on, don't jet Close your front door, nigga, cause your style's on house arrest Skillz, nigga, with the mad

don't knock, I run up in your spot First you up in the watch, smack you twice First one got the cheeks stinging, the second (one) was light Any mc steals rhymes from skillz

me is like giving bird to a fucking dinosoure Fuck wack niggaz it's my turn So how you gon' rap the microphone and come weak in a motherfucking rock spearm Mad Skillz

[mad skillz] Yo, yo, I spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) together Require some (shit) to stitch your lips together My click stick together, mic

get it right "The Saga Continues", another "Bad Boy for life" The F-A-B-O-L-O know who I am 'cause he heard me and he like (De de de de DAMN!) Mad to

I'm on 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

leave holes like 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