Now if you had my eyes then you'd see what I see   A desire to see a soundman hung and bless the m-i-c   Who I be? the generation of the next mc's   Who believe in breakbeats, microphones, and tecs   My voice travels through your flesh, putting crews to rest   I wanna be the shit from here to budapest   Kneel please, I represent real mc's   I'm at ease when I spot another beat to seize   So don't test me, I represent the best you see   And next to me is the extra p ____ on the sp   A combination that could leave niggas wishing   That rhymes hadn't got handled the whole of sedition   I write raps like I had an hour to live   Contact the crowd with lyrics I was born to give   I maintain in this mission to get loot   So listen clear, I'm putting niggas careers on mute      When I represent, I lotta kids won't survive   Name's mad skillz, year's '95 (repeat 2x)      Indeed proceed I need to make rappers bleed   My words hurt ya, my thoughts are nurtured like seeds   It's my year son, so throw your style away   Don't underrate me, cause I smell niggas fears from miles away   Rip a mic host and I'm ghost   Peace to myn benda and kilonji from the slums of the cosmos   You get ill on skillz? come on, don't jet   Close your front door, nigga, cause your style's on house arrest   Skillz, nigga, with the mad in the front   Maintaining through strife cause life is like a manhunt   I breathe rap, g's need to heed that   Treat me like I'm on in the back up, now you gets no feedback   Stop grazing, don't keep it real on occaision   You can't see me, chase me through the walls I be phasing   And adapt, cause I ain't hearing nothing but rap   I'm here to bless the mic and represent real like that      When I represent, I lotta kids won't survive   Name's mad skillz, year's '95 (repeat 4x)      Yeah, the average head can't seem to understand   It's something about a beat and a mic in my hand   Kicks and snares bring me in for the kill   Cause be doubting and my voice be pouncing over drum fills   Don't fret, my decibles pop cassettes   Rhymes designed, to raze hair like gillettes   Sweat, techniques that skillz be making   Riding the groove smooth, got no time for move faking   You should master your craft, that's my motto   Mc's be getting popped quick, just like zits on a supermodel   Witness the sickness I possess   Like ? ? ? , sheel and strees through my down vest   Next test, one time watch your mind   I drop rhymes, no corner standing son, I'm not a stop sign   Get used to microphone wear and tear   By now you know the name and the year      When I represent, I lotta kids won't survive   Name's mad skillz, year's '95 (repeat 2x)      "i got skills" - big daddy kane (repeat 16x)