The Jam(Explicit) - Mad Skillz

The Jam [Explicit]-Mad Skillz
Now who done passed 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 ni**a's mic skills
When I rhyme real heads get the shivers
Here comes that ni**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
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"
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
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"
Yeah, the jam has arrived so all that garbage can walk
Before I personally interact with that a**like box talk
So pass the steel when I flex on the reels
You know the deal that ni**a Skillz be up in dips like Massengil
Douche, a**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
F**kin' '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 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"