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skillz – tip of the tongue (clean version) lyrics

[mad sk!llz]
uhh.. nine+five shizzot, in the hizzouse
uh what n+gga? tch, uhh, uhh, uhh..

watch my style rise like styes 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+ggas 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’mma 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+ggas take a dive
i’m over k!ller 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 sk!llz (repeat 4x)

floatin lyrics, from the tip of my tongue
i swing (swing) i sway (sway) i swung (swung)
[mad sk!llz]
check it
i flow with tight raps, n+ggas get a tight face
attitude’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 cl!ck
b+tch, flex, and get your neck stretched like dionne warwick
let me l!ck a shot for all my n+ggas 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 sk!lls on the tip of his tongue, what?

chorus

[mad sk!llz]
verse, tre, who’s tryin to leave in a he+rs+ today?
see sk!llz has sk!lls 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+gga 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+ggas, 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..

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