Mad Skillz - Tip Of The Tongue Lyrics
[mad skillz]Uhh.. nine-five shizzot, in the hizzouseUh what nigga? tch, uhh, uhh, uhh..Watch my style rise like ? on your eyesAnd battlin is hard, like retards becomin jedisWatch the dread fry, submerge it from tripesBorn from a virgin, with a eye in her backSo where you at -- when I choose to chew through rhythmsMakin *****es woof, like they had seven niggaz with emMcs is sleazy, plus they styles is easyFool take that shit to help son and give it to *****in wheezyOr helen, Im crackin open mcs melonsTonight aight yo, ima leave some microphones swellin(man I be flowin) whatcha flow got to do with me?Yo Im wiser so be pryor and act like you cant seeIm the abyss so wack niggaz take a diveIm over killer beats the average kids wont surviveYou wanna battle? come on and bring it on sonI got your whole family tree on the tip of my tongueChorus: mad skillz (repeat 4x)Floatin lyrics, from the tip of my tongueI swing (swing) I sway (sway) I swung (swung)[mad skillz]Check itI flow with tight raps, niggaz get a tight faceAttitudes, like I parked in they handicapped spaceBut I wets it, wrecks it when I mic checks itGivin girls my number backwards, tellin em Im dyslexicDont front -- you know what type of shit Im onRippin mics of all types, verbal master sha-kwanYou were warned about the northside click*****, flex, and get your neck stretched like dionne warwickLet me lick a shot for all my niggaz in the streetsGettin ill keepin it real doin what they gotta do to eatCompete and get hit with dizzy techniquesThe only crossin over Im doin is a mother*****in streetSo listen, I get in where I fit in and word to godI like beats hard like holdin your shit in, sit inOn the session watch your body get numbA real mc keeps his skills on the tip of his tongue, what?Chorus[mad skillz]Verse, tre, whos tryin to leave in a hearse today?See skillz has skills since your great grandmaa first birthdayIn the worst way, my styles be dieselMy crew aint goin no-*****in-where nigga we the forever peopleGettin rid of, bullshit, when I bang yaSo mcs dont talk to me, just consider me a strangerTake a toke I hope you dont chokeCause if you ever see my shit itll be through a kaleidoscopeLeavin marks to embark then gettin beat sparkedFloatin lyrics from the tip like an arkI got rhymes to stand the test of timeIm bound to climb, when I go one time for your mindIm fulfillin my purpose in life, pah (what is it? )See I was put here so wack niggaz, would know how wack they areYou know who you are your shits saggin, word is bondMy shits tighter than five virgins in a volkswagenChorus 2xDo you have any idea how tight, that, five virgins, well, ***** it..
