[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
[Chorus]
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
[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, niggaz retire, cause I`m iller
and my lyrics are thicker than Richard Pryor
One time for my crew, two times for the fam
Givin crews sun tans, make way for the jam
[Chorus]
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
[Mad Skillz]
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, niggaz out the frame
I don`t battle I show niggaz 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
[Chorus]
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
