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mad skillz - the conceited bastard lyrics

uh, what what? supafriendz, uh, uh

straight up and down, ain’t no comparing me, see
cause i got some sh-t that’ll put y’all motherf-ckers
back in freestyle therapy, b
i make rappers fall like when school starts, like cheap tissue
when you’re next to my sh-t you’re getting ripped apart
dissing wack n-gg-s without rehearsal
no matter what i say somebody gonna take it personal, so f-ck it
your man put down the cheddar, n-gg- we get the pay-oh
i make sure you lose a friend for life and be looking for a way home
get dropped on your rap block without leaving a spot
separate you from the jock, i got plans to make you hot
watch an mc and you rot, n-gg- these flows is crisp
when a mic in my hand b-tches is supposed to be like this
there’s mad n-gg-s that wanna see mad skillz slip
yeah you gonna see me slip, past your -ss with your b-tch in my whip
get a grip, whoever got the itch then i got the scratch
mc’s wanna get g-ssed, i feed their -ss a lit match
all these jealous–ss n-gg-s acting sheisty
better tongue kiss magic johnson before they tell me i’m nice
but that’s aiight, northside e, conceited times three
come through your town on skis, subtracting mc’s
word to battle be in lonnie’s last name
approach me, all you getting that
plus you getting blown out the f-cking frame
who the n-gg- that got a big head when he on the mic, pa?
ask a question, answer me (b-st-rd, you are)

who the mc that grab the mic and start busting rappers’ -sses?
(you are you conceited b-st-rd)
who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes?
(you are you conceited b-st-rd)
who’s the one who put wack mc’s right in their casket?
(you are you conceited b-st-rd)
man these fools, they slower than r-t-rded molas-ss, who the nicest?
(you are you conceited b-st-rd)

ayo, these little n-gg-s in the rap game, they straight lame
had diss you in a rhyme, but these n-gg-s be scared to say your name
if a n-gg- say mine, he getting bagged, kid, i’m a be in the
studio whipping his -ss before he can finish his f-cking ad-libs
taking me out? stop hoping
n-gg-s always say they gonna do it, it never get done, it’s like voting
i get it open, rhymes tying into name
simple and plain, i pull rhymes, one ring and one chain
i give a f-ck about fame, press your luck and quit
mic-wise you realize i ain’t that n-gg- you wanna f-ck with
i’m nice as a b-tch with the rhyme, if a n-gg- say i’m wack
he don’t know his name, can’t walk a straight line
p-ssy drunk, screaming like onyx
forgot his social security number, d-mn near drowning in his own vomit
i kill logic, test me friend, you’ll be in a club with your clothes
on backwards hollaring at a well-known lesbian
half of y’all n-gg-s got wack raps and wack tracks
talking about you representing, putting your town on the map
still, your mother heard your tape and wanted to shoot you
and n-gg-s around this b-tch wonder why we call ourselves “super? ”
your flows get you free lunch, mine get dough and cash
you shouldn’t like that your ho got my logo tatooed on her f-cking -ss
i do all y’all playa haters, believe me
you trying to end your career before this sh-t even start, come see me

outro: repeat 2x

“well that’s true” “you are” (repeat 16x)

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