[Mad Skillz] Uhh.. nine-five shizzot, in the hizzouse Uh what nigga? Tch, uhh, uhh, uhh..
Watch my style rise like ? on your eyes And battlin is hard, like retards becomin Jedi's Watch the dread fry, submerge it from tripes Born from a virgin, with a eye in her back So where you at -- when I choose to chew through rhythms makin bitches WOOF, like they had seven niggaz with em MC's is sleazy, plus they styles is easy Fool take that shit to help son and give it to fuckin Wheezy or Helen, I'm crackin open MC's melons Tonight aight yo, I'ma leave some microphones swellin (Man I be flowin) Whatcha flow got to do with me? Yo I'm wiser so be Pryor and act like you can't see I'm the abyss so wack niggaz take a dive I'm over killer beats the average kids won't survive You wanna battle? Come on and bring it on son I got your whole family tree on the tip of my tongue
Chorus: Mad Skillz (repeat 4X)
Floatin lyrics, from the tip of my tongue I swing (swing) I sway (sway) I swung (swung)
[Mad Skillz] Check it I flow with tight raps, niggaz get a tight face Attitude's, like I parked in they handicapped space but I wets it, wrecks it when I mic checks it Givin girls my number backwards, tellin em I'm dyslexic Don't front -- you know what type of shit I'm on Rippin mics of all types, Verbal Master Sha-Kwan You were warned about the Northside click Bitch, flex, and get your neck stretched like Dionne Warwick Let me lick a shot for all my niggaz in the streets Gettin ill keepin it real doin what they gotta do to eat Compete and get hit with dizzy techniques The only crossin over I'm doin is a motherfuckin street So listen, I get in where I fit in and word to God I like beats hard like holdin your shit in, sit in on the session watch your body get numb A real MC keeps his skills on the tip of his tongue, what?
[Mad Skillz] Verse, tre, who's tryin to leave in a hearse today? See Skillz has skills since your great grandma'a first birthday In the worst way, my styles be diesel My crew ain't goin no-fuckin-where nigga we the Forever People Gettin rid of, bullshit, when I bang ya So MC's don't talk to me, just consider me a stranger Take a toke I hope you don't choke Cause if you ever see my shit it'll be through a kaleidoscope Leavin marks to embark then gettin beat sparked Floatin lyrics from the tip like an ark I got rhymes to stand the test of time I'm bound to climb, when I go one time for your mind I'm fulfillin my purpose in life, pah (what is it?) See I was put here so wack niggaz, would know how wack they are You know who you are your shit's saggin, word is bond My shit's tighter than five virgins in a Volkswagen