Madd Skillz (feat. B-Viz)
the world will change and rearrange,
i know it seems strange, like we're home on the range.
competition, it is slippin', as i start with my flow,
domination of the mic, well, that's all you will know.
the king keeps rockin', the beats not stoppin',
you step wrong to me, and you'll end up droppin'.
i'm the king of the mic, and the king of the beat,
and i need my rap fix, like narcoleptics need sleep.
i stand to command, when i'm in demand,
i'm a one man band, when i rule the land.
trendsetter, i'm the one who steals the show,
america's most wanted, but i'll never lay low.
always on the run, when it's time to have fun,
if you're looking for a weapon, then the mic is my gun.
attack you with the speed, of a cheetah on the prowl,
you think you can escape me, but my eyes are like an owl.
disintigrate rappers, who step to the king,
you sold a million albums, well, that don't mean a thing.
my rep against yours, everyday of the week,
you'll bow down to the king, everytime that i speak.
i'm never gonna stop, and i never will retire,
and from day number one, i had you calling me sire.
the king comin' at ya with the style that you like,
step to him wrong, and he take a bite.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with the hip hop hype.
got madd skillz, when he's rockin' on the mic,
the king's in effect, and you know he's your type.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with madd skillz on the mic.
(hook)
i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz,
when i rock on the mic.
the world will scheme, just like a dream,
it's the way that it seems, now you know what i mean.
try to tell the king, that it's not my thing,
i'm gonna hurt you punk, and put your ass in a sling.
that's just the way it is, so just understand,
i lose all control, when the mic's in my hand.
other people are jealous of the skills that i have,
but let them try to breathe, face down in the sand.
kissin' the dirt, while their body is hurt,
call 911, emergency, red alert.
you're cold in your soul, keep it under control,
you step to the king, you pay the ultimate toll.
so listen to the wisdom, that i'm speaking in your ears,
confusion and illusion, all increasing your fears.
so step the hell back, it's time that you pause,
i'm ruling over suckers, like a judge sets laws.
once you understand, the rules, then you can play,
talkin' weak shit, then the king's gonna slay.
you better not tell me, that i'm in your way,
when i'm on the mic, with these skills i display.
the king comin' at ya with the style that you like,
step to him wrong, and he take a bite.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with the hip hop hype.
got madd skillz, when he's rockin' on the mic,
the king's in effect, and you know he's your type.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with madd skillz on the mic.
(hook)
i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz,
when i rock on the mic.
i don't really care, if it's, old school or new school,
i spit my rhymes proud, but you just drool.
you wanna play the game, but you best learn the rules,
step to the king, and you better have the tools.
now, i don't want you talkin; no crap, bout my kingdom,
i'm ruling the world, with the skillz that i'm bringin'.
the strengh of ten men, when the kings on the stage,
in a rage, i rearrange, the lyrics, right off of the page.
i make you insane, in the brain, with the skills, i maintain,
it's the name, of this game, for this fame.
my tongue's not even tired, but i bet you can't do that,
the king funky fresh, with the skillz of this format.
number one writer, ill rhyme reciter,
def jam, enlighter, a lover and a fighter.
getting off target, is your claim to fame,
king b.a.v. now remember the name.
the king comin' at ya with the style that you like,
step to him wrong, and he take a bite.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with the hip hop hype.
got madd skillz, when he's rockin' on the mic,
the king's in effect, and you know he's your type.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with madd skillz on the mic.
(hook)
i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz,
when i rock on the mic.
i know it seems strange, like we're home on the range.
competition, it is slippin', as i start with my flow,
domination of the mic, well, that's all you will know.
the king keeps rockin', the beats not stoppin',
you step wrong to me, and you'll end up droppin'.
i'm the king of the mic, and the king of the beat,
and i need my rap fix, like narcoleptics need sleep.
i stand to command, when i'm in demand,
i'm a one man band, when i rule the land.
trendsetter, i'm the one who steals the show,
america's most wanted, but i'll never lay low.
always on the run, when it's time to have fun,
if you're looking for a weapon, then the mic is my gun.
attack you with the speed, of a cheetah on the prowl,
you think you can escape me, but my eyes are like an owl.
disintigrate rappers, who step to the king,
you sold a million albums, well, that don't mean a thing.
my rep against yours, everyday of the week,
you'll bow down to the king, everytime that i speak.
i'm never gonna stop, and i never will retire,
and from day number one, i had you calling me sire.
the king comin' at ya with the style that you like,
step to him wrong, and he take a bite.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with the hip hop hype.
got madd skillz, when he's rockin' on the mic,
the king's in effect, and you know he's your type.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with madd skillz on the mic.
(hook)
i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz,
when i rock on the mic.
the world will scheme, just like a dream,
it's the way that it seems, now you know what i mean.
try to tell the king, that it's not my thing,
i'm gonna hurt you punk, and put your ass in a sling.
that's just the way it is, so just understand,
i lose all control, when the mic's in my hand.
other people are jealous of the skills that i have,
but let them try to breathe, face down in the sand.
kissin' the dirt, while their body is hurt,
call 911, emergency, red alert.
you're cold in your soul, keep it under control,
you step to the king, you pay the ultimate toll.
so listen to the wisdom, that i'm speaking in your ears,
confusion and illusion, all increasing your fears.
so step the hell back, it's time that you pause,
i'm ruling over suckers, like a judge sets laws.
once you understand, the rules, then you can play,
talkin' weak shit, then the king's gonna slay.
you better not tell me, that i'm in your way,
when i'm on the mic, with these skills i display.
the king comin' at ya with the style that you like,
step to him wrong, and he take a bite.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with the hip hop hype.
got madd skillz, when he's rockin' on the mic,
the king's in effect, and you know he's your type.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with madd skillz on the mic.
(hook)
i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz,
when i rock on the mic.
i don't really care, if it's, old school or new school,
i spit my rhymes proud, but you just drool.
you wanna play the game, but you best learn the rules,
step to the king, and you better have the tools.
now, i don't want you talkin; no crap, bout my kingdom,
i'm ruling the world, with the skillz that i'm bringin'.
the strengh of ten men, when the kings on the stage,
in a rage, i rearrange, the lyrics, right off of the page.
i make you insane, in the brain, with the skills, i maintain,
it's the name, of this game, for this fame.
my tongue's not even tired, but i bet you can't do that,
the king funky fresh, with the skillz of this format.
number one writer, ill rhyme reciter,
def jam, enlighter, a lover and a fighter.
getting off target, is your claim to fame,
king b.a.v. now remember the name.
the king comin' at ya with the style that you like,
step to him wrong, and he take a bite.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with the hip hop hype.
got madd skillz, when he's rockin' on the mic,
the king's in effect, and you know he's your type.
get away, get away, now get outta sight,
king b.a.v. with madd skillz on the mic.
(hook)
i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz, i got madd skillz,
when i rock on the mic.
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Allen Victor
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