Tip Of The Tongue

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