It's Goin Down Lyrics - Singles - Mad Skillz

(chorus) 

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 hide it fucking detectives 

Check this when I flex this, put it on point 

That nigga skillz droping foucers in your local due joint 

Im still paying deuce and saying cruise 

Still geting up at niggaz asses 

Like that little brothers underudce 

Shoes haotatin' in ya air, it ain't news I stay on bitches 

Like dano kariges 

At partys I retaits and make niggaz wanna fight 

So when they play some reggae keep happerseein' to the right 

Rigth outta my life you and ya hoddie bitch 

Seein' thous of body, whitin no infron of me 

V.a running shit, you best be believe it 

If I'm up and commin, all ya niggaz is down and leavin' 

Hit me with a tound when I come to ya town 

When you see my face, you know it's about to go down 

(chorus) 

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 toutch one kid, who got two billons styles 

Mean wild, when it comes to mics I be cheeting 

Im destend to find new ways so ill mc's 

And I'm real with this, I come of like a scat 

It's the dread heads checking for repesenting north add 

Kids pack tacs, I pack technics 

Lyricol contact, now I'm strapped on the streetz 

Freezby aient, niggaz be trying 

But standing next to me kin but so in lyricele dyin 

I wrote the rhyme n' wrote the next rappers back 

So before you run up in my face, foe, remember that 

And dance in the art n' main tain 

A rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when it's swinging 

Not yo bond mc's, don't aim to ever round 

And bust off like four pound 

Now bust how they go down 

(chourus) 

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 sex and be mic checking and mc decking 

You can buck me I ain't contry 

I never said I wreck it (true) 

So wack mc's chill with defesistnts 

Cause the minist that I freestyle 

Can probably shoop n' your entistnts 

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 metchinon, beat acsin' at your show 

Na, nigga I boo be check your microphone 

Droping rappers and black hole, hell and head n', 

Pull n' girls of smore 

Like pam grier, seveny seven 

You can't work a verse, pass it 

When I come in niggaz start wrecking win like din jackins 

Thinking they asking, lyricle breaking backs 

My shit is hot, my reggae come, 

Shouldn't be fucking prengsing wacks 

(you don't repesent nigga) 

Nigga hide that sound 

Check your battle stats, cause it's about to go down 

(chorus) 

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