The Jam - Mad Skillz

Now who done passed you a diaper and got you thinkin you the shit?

The styles I be inkin get you hyper when I get and attack tracks

Bruise and snooze on the wack

My crew’s in the back, gettin blitzed like a slow quarterback

No introduc’s needed, this be the jam

Which occurs everytime that the mic hits my hand

Now understand, me not makin MC’s sweat

Is like seein a brother sellin the Final Call chillin in the short set

Check the drill when you see me write your will

Makin cheese like grill, here to test a nigga’s mic skills

When I rhyme REAL heads get the shivers

Here comes that nigga name Shakwan, signed sealed and delivered

To your tape deck, CD’s and crossfaders

Beats be hard like blowin bubbles with Now or Laters

Don’t front, like you don’t know who I am

Fully equipped to mic rip, brother here comes the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

Money you’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

Kid you’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

Yo you’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

And you’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

Now if you wanna play around don’t play with me

You can play with AIDS, I’m puttin H’s in your IV’s

Bum raps over drum taps;

rappers jumpin up in my face

Like the ground was covered with thumbtacks

I’m in your face like mace, take a taste

Make a crowd vibrate, like a device on my waist

Skillz Mad, will he be bad?

Ask your dad

Don’t front, he know about the skills that I had

Or should I say got cause my mic still hot

Back up it’s Shakwan I’m lettin off verb shots

I take MC’s, wake 'em up out they sleep

Pour ammonia in they face, slap 'em with some microphone techniques

After that, niggas retire, cause I’m iller

And my lyrics are sicker than Richard Pryor

One time for my crew, two times for the fam

Givin crews sun tans, make way for the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

Yo you’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

Money you’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

You’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

Yeah you’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

Yeah, the jam has arrived so all that garbage can walk

Before I personally interact with that ass like Box Talk

So pass the steel when I flex on the reels

You know the deal that nigga Skillz be up in dips like Massengil

Douche, ass toosh, who get loose

Funk money times five gettin live call a truce

From Compton to Maine I tear, niggas out the frame

I don’t battle I show niggas how to play the cryin game

Like last November, when your man got dismembered

It was me I ate his meat, and it lasted through the winter

So enter, cause yo I been, bombin since

Ninety-one when I started destroyin MC’s confidence

So peace, to the real MC’s

Kalonji the Mindbenda and my man Lonnie B

Javon, Little Rock, Big Street my man

Fuckin 'round with Skillz you get caught up in the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

You’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

Yo you’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

You’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

You’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

You’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

Yeah you’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

And you’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam

When the mic hits my hand, you know I’m gonna slam

You’ll be like, oh shit!

That’s the jam