Skillz - In Time lyrics

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 hired fucking detectives
Check this when I flex this, put it on point
That nigga Skillz droping foucers in
Your local juke joint
I'm still paying dues and slaying crews
Still getting up at niggas asses
Like that little brothers Underoo's
Shoes haotatin' in ya air
It ain't news I stay on bitches
Like Dano Kariges at partys I retait's and
Make niggas wanna fight
So when they play some reggae
Keep happerseein' to the right
Right outta my life you and ya hoddie bitch
Seein' thous of body, whitin no infron of me
VA running shit, you best be believe it
If Im up and commin
All ya niggas is down and leavin'
Hit me with a pound when I come to ya town
When you see my face
You know it's about to go 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

Now if I told one time
I told you before child
You can't touch one kid
Who got two billions styles mean while
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 off like a scab
It's the dread heads checking
For repesenting north av
Kids pack tecs, I pack technics
Lyrical contact
Now Im strapped on the streetz
Freezby aient, niggas be trying
But standing next to me can
Result in lyrically dying
I wrote the rhyme n' broke
The next rappers back
So before you run up in my face, fool
Remember that
Advanced in the art of maintaining
Rappers be getting folding like lawn
Chairs when it's raining
Natural born MC, don't attempt to F around
Went off like four pounds
Now bust how they go 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
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby
It's goin down baby it's goin down
Yo, my section be mic checking and MC decking
You can bump me I ain't country
I never said I wreck it (true)
So wack MC's chill with persistence
Cause the minist that I freestyle
Can probably shoop n' your existence
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 metronome
Beat acsin' at your show
Na, nigga I booby trapped your microphone
Droping rappers and black hole
Hell or heaven pull n' girls of smore
Like Pam Grier, in seveny seven
You can't work a verse, pass it
When I come in niggas start
Breaking wind like big jackets
Getting their ass kicked
Lyrically breaking backs my shit is hot
My record company shouldn't be
Fucking pressing wax
(You gon' represent nigga?)
Nigga hide that sound
Check your battle stats
Cause it's about to go 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
It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby
It's goin down baby it's goin down