Tip Of The Tongue - Mad Skillz

[Mad Skillz] 
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