Mad Skillz (Skillz)

Mad Skillz (Skillz) - It's Goin Down lyrics

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It's goin down baby  It's goin down baby  It's goin down baby
 It's goin down
 It's goin down baby  It's goin down baby  It's goin down baby
 It's goin down

 I be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectives
 Rappers couldn't see me  they hide it fucking detectives
 Check this when I flex this  put it on point
 That nigga Skillz droping foucers in your local due joint
 Im still paying deuce and saying cruise
 Still geting up at niggaz asses
 like that little brothers Underudce
 Shoes haotatin' in ya air, it aint news I stay on bitches
 like Dano Kariges
 At partys I retaits and make niggaz wanna fight
 So when they play some reggae keep happerseein' to the right
 Rigth outta my life you and ya hoddie bitch
 Seein' thous of body, whitin no infron of me
 V.A running shit, you best be believe it
 If Im up and commin, all ya niggaz is down and leavin'
 Hit me with a tound when I come to ya town
 When you see my face, you know it's about to go down

 (chorus)
 It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
 It's goin down,
 It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
 It's goin down

 Now if I told one time. I told you before child
 You can't toutch one kid, who got two billons styles
 Mean wild, when it comes to mics I be cheeting
 Im destend to find new ways so ill MC's
 And Im real with this, I come of like a scat
 It's the dread heads checking for repesenting north add
 Kids pack tacs, I pack technics
 Lyricol contact, now Im strapped on the streetz
 Freezby aient, niggaz be trying
 But standing next to me kin but so in lyricele dyin
 I wrote the rhyme n' wrote the next rappers back
 So before you run up in my face, foe, remember that
 And dance in the art n' main tain
 A rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when it's swinging
 Not yo bond MC's, don't aim to ever round
 And bust off like four pound
 Now bust how they go down

 (chourus)
 It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
 It's goin down,
 It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
 It's goin down,
 It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
 It's goin down,
 It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
 It's goin down

 Yo, my sex and be mic checking and MC decking
 You can buck me I ain't contry
 I never said I wreck it (true)
 So wack MC's chill with defesistnts
 Cause the minist that I freestyle
 can probably shoop n' your entistnts
 I make beats to stort
 Rappers be getting court
 I swear all MC's be sampling my fucking thoughts
 It's on when I hit the metchinon, beat acsin' at your show
 Na, nigga I boo be check your microphone
 Droping rappers and black hole, hell and head n',
 pull n' girls of smore
 like Pam Grier, seveny seven
 You can't work a verse, pass it
 When I come in niggaz start wrecking win like Din Jackins
 Thinking they asking, lyricle breaking backs
 My shit is hot, my reggae come,
 shouldn't be fucking prengsing wacks
 (You don't repesent nigga)
 Nigga hide that sound
 Check your battle stats, cause it's about to go down

 (chorus)
 It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
 It's goin down,
 It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
 It's goin down,
 It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
 It's goin down,
 It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby,
 It's goin down
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