Pregnant Wit Skillz '95 E

I'm talented, yes, I'm gifted. I'm talented, yes, I'm gifted. It feel a little somethin' like this. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Smooth but wicked when I start to kick it. Never test the skills, let me flow like a Stream. Hello, it's me, I'm back, Yo. Don't blame it on, on me, brother man, Because I ain't tryin' to take what's yours. I just hit 'em hard, hit 'em even harder. Crews that play it out quick like lambada. Take 'em out like I'm out the box, See. Shut 'em up, all the punks that bug Me. Also, bug a jackal, hear him rockle. Workaholic kid brings the funked up shit, Huh. As I listen to Dr. John's song, can't shut the funk up. Funk won't leave you alone. Now ain't that a bitch, huh, man. Check the sophisticated styles that I use. Sometimes I pick up fights, sometimes I get bruised. Boy, we kill global with the mother crews often. But hold up, I feel depressed. Puts a weight on your ass. I used to work as a whole loader. I also feel that I'm pregnant with skills. Oh, Jesus, givin' birth to the masterpieces. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Smooth but wicked when I start to kick it. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Pregnant with skills, givin' birth to the Masterpieces. I'm skinny but, hmm, muscular. I ain't no hustler. Less progressive, hmm, more aggressive. Dumb knucklehead, I knock you out. That's mad. What the heck? That I steamroll over you. So what you gonna do now? I got a mama, the new Moscow swing. Hmm, mother screw what you bring. They got me singing. Hola, hola, ay. Hmm, man, you can't hang. You're too weaky to kick it the right way. You just played yourself like a sucker. Hmm, mother, hmm, mother, dumb motherfucker. Skip the part, makes you fart like an old-timer. Now what you hear, hmm, makes you kinda confused. I got used to it, nothing to it. You thought I blew it. No way, you dirty Well-wisher. 'Cause this is pure cure for your ass, Take no pills. I'm pregnant with skills, Givin' birth to the masterpieces. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Smooth but wicked when I start to kick it. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Off we go with the rhythmic flow. Off go with the rhythmic flow. Pregnant with skills, givin' birth to the Masterpieces. Yeah, This is how we do it this time. One ninety-ninety-five. Goes.