Tip of the Tongue(Explicit)

Tip Of The Tongue [Explicit] - Mad Skillz

Uhh.. nine-five shizzot, in the hizzouse

Uh what ni**a? tch, uhh, uhh, uhh..

Watch my style rise like ? on your eyes

And battlin is hard, like retards becomin jedis

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 *****es woof, like they had seven niggaz with em

Mcs is sleazy, plus they styles is easy

Fool take that sh*t to help son and give it to *****in wheezy

Or helen, I'm crackin open mcs melons

Tonight aight yo, ima 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? \tcome 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)

Check it

I flow with tight raps, niggaz get a tight face

Attitudes, 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 sh*t I'm on

Rippin mics of all types, verbal master sha-kwan

You were warned about the northside click

*****, 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 mother*****in 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

Verse, tre, whos tryin to leave in a hearse today?

See skillz has skills since your great grandmaa first birthday

In the worst way, my styles be diesel

My crew ain't goin no-*****in-where ni**a we the forever people

Gettin rid of, bullshit, when I bang ya

So mcs 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 itll 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 niggaz, would know how wack they are

You know who you are your shits saggin, word is bond

My shits tighter than five virgins in a volkswagen

Chorus 2x

Do you have any idea how tight, that, five virgins, well, ***** it..