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[Mad Skillz] Klebefolie Velour 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
