Tip Of The Tongue

Mad Skillz

Composición de: N. Loizides
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? 

Chorus 

[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 

Chorus 2X
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