The Jam Skillz

[Verse 1]
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 wax
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 Shaquan, 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

[Hook]
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"