Skillz
The Jam
[Mad Skillz]
Now who done pa**ed you a diaper and got you thinkin you the sh*t?
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 n***a's mic skills
When I rhyme REAL heads get the shivers
Here comes that n***a 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

[Hook]
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Money you'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Kid you'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Yo you'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
And you'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam

[Mad Skillz]
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, n***as 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
[Hook]
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Yo you'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Money you'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Yeah you'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam

[Mad Skillz]
Yeah, the jam has arrived so all that garbage can walk
Before I personally interact with that a** like Box Talk
So pa** the steel when I flex on the reels
You know the deal that n***a Skillz be up in dips like Ma**engil
D*****, a** toosh, who get loose
Funk money times five gettin live call a truce
From Compton to Maine I tear, n***as out the frame
I don't battle I show n***as 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
F**kin 'round with Skillz you get caught up in the jam
[Hook]
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Yo you'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
Yeah you'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
And you'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam
When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh sh*t! That's the jam