Skillz - The Jam lyrics

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 hit's 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

When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
Money you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
Kid you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
Yo you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
And you'll be like, oh shit! 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, niggas retire, cause I'm iller
And my lyrics are sicker 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 hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
Yo you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
Money you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
Yeah you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam

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
Niggas out the frame
I don't battle I show niggas 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

When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
Yo you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
Yeah you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
And you'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam
When the mic hit's my hand
You know I'm gonna slam
You'll be like, oh shit! That's the jam