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