[Mad Skillz]
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Uhh.. nine-five shizzot, in the hizzouse
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Uh what nigga? Tch, uhh, uhh, uhh..
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Watch my style rise like ? on your eyes
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And battlin is hard, like retards becomin Jedi's
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Watch the dread fry, submerge it from tripes
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Born from a virgin, with a eye in her back
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So where you at -- when I choose to chew through rhythms
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makin bitches WOOF, like they had seven niggaz with em
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MC's is sleazy, plus they styles is easy
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Fool take that shit to help son and give it to fuckin Wheezy
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or Helen, I'm crackin open MC's melons
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Tonight aight yo, I'ma leave some microphones swellin
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(Man I be flowin) Whatcha flow got to do with me?
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Yo I'm wiser so be Pryor and act like you can't see
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I'm the abyss so wack niggaz take a dive
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I'm over killer beats the average kids won't survive
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You wanna battle? Come on and bring it on son
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I got your whole family tree on the tip of my tongue
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Chorus: Mad Skillz (repeat 4X)
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Floatin lyrics, from the tip of my tongue
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I swing (swing) I sway (sway) I swung (swung)
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[Mad Skillz]
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Check it
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I flow with tight raps, niggaz get a tight face
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Attitude's, like I parked in they handicapped space
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but I wets it, wrecks it when I mic checks it
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Givin girls my number backwards, tellin em I'm dyslexic
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Don't front -- you know what type of shit I'm on
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Rippin mics of all types, Verbal Master Sha-Kwan
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You were warned about the Northside click
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Bitch, flex, and get your neck stretched like Dionne Warwick
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Let me lick a shot for all my niggaz in the streets
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Gettin ill keepin it real doin what they gotta do to eat
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Compete and get hit with dizzy techniques
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The only crossin over I'm doin is a motherfuckin street
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So listen, I get in where I fit in and word to God
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I like beats hard like holdin your shit in, sit in
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on the session watch your body get numb
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A real MC keeps his skills on the tip of his tongue, what?
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Chorus
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[Mad Skillz]
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Verse, tre, who's tryin to leave in a hearse today?
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See Skillz has skills since your great grandma'a first birthday
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In the worst way, my styles be diesel
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My crew ain't goin no-fuckin-where nigga we the Forever People
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Gettin rid of, bullshit, when I bang ya
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So MC's don't talk to me, just consider me a stranger
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Take a toke I hope you don't choke
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Cause if you ever see my shit it'll be through a kaleidoscope
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Leavin marks to embark then gettin beat sparked
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Floatin lyrics from the tip like an ark
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I got rhymes to stand the test of time
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I'm bound to climb, when I go one time for your mind
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I'm fulfillin my purpose in life, pah (what is it?)
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See I was put here so wack niggaz, would know how wack they are
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You know who you are your shit's saggin, word is bond
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My shit's tighter than five virgins in a Volkswagen
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Chorus 2X
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Do you have any idea how tight, that, five virgins, well, fuck it..
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Tip of the Tongue
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Mad Skillz |