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mad skillz – va in the house lyrics

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 sh-t drop, all this wack sh-t’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 n-gg-s vanish like the village people
hey, you checkin’ for me check æ? ound 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, n-gg-s get p-ssed, 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 i’ll 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, æ?¶ause 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 f-cked up by lettin’ me make an alb-m (huh)
the outcome is ill, when i grip the steel
don’t be mad at me (why?), if you ain’t got no skill
no questions, no second guessin’ without a doubt
n-gg-s know my name and they know who’s in the house

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verse three: mad skillz

is va up in here? (h-ll yeah!)
then here’s a jam for you to spread across the state like welfare
i’m a special dread, that still be tactics
doing mc’s anytime, anyplace like janet jackson
it ain’t about dirt roads and corn bread
n-gg-s be mc’ing, g’ing, war deeds and dread
after this pack it up, i’ll tell you my plan
i’m on a va tour with kalonji my man
check it, hittin’ city to city like a h-rny trucker
this year, it’s east coast like a motherf-cker
misconceptions are coming back like reflections
n-gg-s who dissed, are now checkin’ for my section
they wanna be down, they makes me laugh
that’s like brandy gettin’ dropped and then you askin’ for her autograph
you know the steelo and skillz be in ya
it’s just like that, n-gg- virginia

chorus 4x

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