It’s Goin Down

By Skillz

On From Where???

Released on February 13, 1996

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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 retaits 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

V.A 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

(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 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

(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 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

(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