Mad Skillz

[Mad Skillz]
Now who done passed you a diaper and got you thinkin you the shit?
The styles I be inkin get you hyper when I get and attack tracks
Bruise and snooze on the wack
My crews in the back, gettin blitzed like a slow quarterback
No introducs needed, this be the jam
Which occurs everytime that the mic hits my hand
Now understand, me not makin MCs sweat
is like seein a brother sellin the Final Call chillin in the short set
Check the drill when you see me write your will
Makin cheese like grill, here to test a niggas mic skills
When I rhyme REAL heads get the shivers
Here comes that nigga name Shakwan, signed sealed and delivered
to your tape deck, CDs and crossfaders
Beats be hard like blowin bubbles with Now or Laters
Dont front, like you dont know who I am
Fully equipped to mic rip, brother here comes the jam
[Chorus]
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Money youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Kid youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Yo youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
And youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
[Mad Skillz]
Now if you wanna play around dont play with me
You can play with AIDS, Im puttin Hs in your IVs
Bum raps over drum taps; rappers jumpin up in my face
like the ground was covered with thumbtacks
Im in your face like mace, take a taste
Make a crowd vibrate, like a device on my waist
Skillz Mad, will he be bad? Ask your dad
Dont front, he know about the skills that I had
Or should I say got cause my mic still hot
Back up its Shakwan Im lettin off verb shots
I take MCs, wake em up out they sleep
Pour ammonia in they face, slap em with some microphone techniques
After that, niggaz retire, cause Im iller
and my lyrics are thicker than Richard Pryor
One time for my crew, two times for the fam
Givin crews sun tans, make way for the jam
[Chorus]
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Yo youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Money youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Yeah youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
[Mad Skillz]
Yeah, the jam has arrived so all that garbage can walk
before I personally interact with that ass like Box Talk
So pass the steel when I flex on the reels
You know the deal that nigga Skillz be up in dips like Massengil
douche, ass toosh, who get loose
Funk money times five gettin live call a truce
From Compton to Maine I tear, niggaz out the frame
I dont battle I show niggaz how to play the cryin game
Like last November, when your man got dismembered
It was me I ate his meat, and it lasted through the winter
So enter, cause yo I been, bombin since
ninety-one when I started destroyin MCs confidence
So peace, to the real MCs
Kalonji the Mindbenda and my man Lonnie B
Javon, Little Rock, Big Street my man
Fuckin round with Skillz you get caught up in the jam
[Chorus]
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Yo youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Yeah youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
And youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know Im gonna slam
Youll be like, oh shit! Thats the jam
[ The Jam Lyrics ]