Tongues Of The Next Shit - Mad Skillz

featuring Kalonji the Immortal 

[K] Whatch you on Kwan? 
[M] I'm on some next shit kid 
[K] Yo whatchu on Kwan? 
[M] Yo  I'm on some next shit kid 
[K] Yo whatchu on Kwan? 
[M] I'm on some next shit kid 
[K] Well blueprint a niggaz face and use his head as the grid 

[Mad Skillz] 
Mad Skillz and the Immortal  keepin it in the streets 
Track back with amnesiac microphone techniques 
I see the thunder hear the lightning when I'm writing 
MC's are always fighting, I find that shit real inviting 
So let's face it, cause as soon as we meet 
you and your crew will dissapear like Lee from fuckin Beat Street 
Breathtakin words, verbs, and subliminals 
make MC's wanna have cookouts around my genitals 
Smackin dice and boobytrappin mics 
Watchin MC's try to see me when they know I'm beyond they sights 
Mortals with no skills, check the fusion 
Yo my style's a gold digger, cause me and her be usin men 
Professionals, mass intellectuals 
Snatchin the man out your body like a homosexual 
I'm kickin style to make the microphone sweat 
cause we on some shit, that the next nigga ain't on yet 

[M] Whatch you on K? 
[K] I'm on some next shit kid 
[M] Yo whatchu on K? 
[K] Yo, I'm on some next shit K 
[M] Yo whatchu on K? 
[K] I'm on some next shit kid 
[M] Well blueprint a niggaz head and use his face as the grid 

[Kalonji] 
My lyrics split, oceans, the mystic, phenomenon 
Kalonji rocks, rhymes like, Romulan war bombs 
Inside flow, realistic, perfectonist 
Intelligence posesses my brain like the Exorcist 
I change, and switch places like an inter-transitional 
element, from outer space 
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