Uhh.. nine five shizzot  in the hizzouse
 Uh what nigga? Tch  uhh  uhh  uhh..

 Watch my style rise like ? on your eyes
 And battlin is hard  like retards becomin Jedi's
 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 bitches WOOF  like they had seven niggaz with em
 MC's is sleazy  plus they styles is easy
 Fool take that shit to help son and give it to fuckin Wheezy
 or Helen, I'm crackin open MC's melons
 Tonight aight yo, I'ma 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? Come 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)

 [Mad Skillz]
 Check it
 I flow with tight raps, niggaz get a tight face
 Attitude's, 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 shit I'm on
 Rippin mics of all types, Verbal Master Sha-Kwan
 You were warned about the Northside click
 Bitch, 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 motherfuckin street
 So listen, I get in where I fit in and word to God
 I like beats hard like holdin your shit 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

 [Mad Skillz]
 Verse, tre, who's tryin to leave in a hearse today?
 See Skillz has skills since your great grandma'a first birthday
 In the worst way, my styles be diesel
 My crew ain't goin no-fuckin-where nigga we the Forever People
 Gettin rid of, bullshit, when I bang ya
 So MC's 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 shit it'll 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 shit's saggin, word is bond
 My shit's tighter than five virgins in a Volkswagen

 Chorus 2X

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