Skillz - Tip of the Tongue lyrics

Uhh nine-five shizzot, in the hizzouse
Uh what nigga? Tch, uhh, uhh, uhh

Watch my style rise like styes 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 niggas 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'mma 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 niggas 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

Floatin lyrics, from the tip of my tongue
I swing (swing) I sway (sway) I swung (swung)

Check it i flow with tight raps
Niggas 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 niggas 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 so listen
I get in where I fit in and word to God
I like beats hard like holdin your shit in
Sit in
On the session watch your body get numb
A real MC keeps his skills on
The tip of his tongue, what?

Verse, tre
Who's tryin to leave in a hearse today?
See Skillz has skills since your
Great grandma'a first birthday
In the worst way, my styles be diesel
My crew ain't goin no-fuckin-where nigga
We the Forever People
Gettin rid of, bullshit, when I bang ya
So MC's don't talk to me
Just consider me a stranger
Take a toke I hope you don't choke
Cause if you ever see my shit
It'll be through a kaleidoscope
Leavin marks to embark then
Gettin beat sparked
Floatin lyrics from the tip like an ark
I got rhymes to stand the test of time
I'm bound to climb
When I go one time for your mind
I'm fulfillin my purpose in life, pah
(what is it?)
See I was put here so wack niggas
Would know how wack they are
You know who you are your shit's saggin
Word is bond my shit's tighter than five
Virgins in a Volkswagen

Do you have any idea how
Tight, that, five virgins, well, fuck it