[Mad Skillz]

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