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mad skillz - tip of the tongue lyrics

[mad skillz]
uhh. nine five shizzot in the hizzouse
uh what n-gg-? tch uhh uhh uhh.

watch my style rise like? on your eyes
and battlin is hard like r-t-rds 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 b-tches woof like they had seven n-gg-z with em
mc’s is sleazy plus they styles is easy
fool take that sh-t to help son and give it to f-ckin 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 n-gg-z 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, n-gg-z get a tight face
att-tude’s, like i parked in they handicapped sp-ce
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 sh-t i’m on
rippin mics of all types, verbal master sha-kwan
you were warned about the northside click
b-tch, flex, and get your neck stretched like dionne warwick
let me lick a shot for all my n-gg-z 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 motherf-ckin street
so listen, i get in where i fit in and word to god
i like beats hard like holdin your sh-t 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 he-rs- 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-f-ckin-where n-gg- we the forever people
gettin rid of, bullsh-t, 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 sh-t 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 n-gg-z, would know how wack they are
you know who you are your sh-t’s saggin, word is bond
my sh-t’s tighter than five virgins in a volkswagen

chorus 2x

do you have any idea how tight, that, five virgins, well, f-ck it.

- mad skillz lyrics

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