W.I.P

[Intro: Mad Skillz]
No Doubt, Mad Skillz, Eon
N.Y to V.A, Every day, all day, no doubt
Yo, any ya'll n***as want it, you can get it
Anybody, thats my word

[Verse 1: Mad Skillz]
Rappers pose and act like they wild
But I can look at a rapper once and make that fool lose control of his bowels, dead raw!
I'm verbally sick to the core, bloody metaphors leave the whole room with a red floor
I cram to make ya lifespan shorter (what?) i think too fast, if ya tape me its on a CD recorder
Slaughter, rappers get near it, if my name slide out ya mouth suck it back in before I hear it
I slit a rappers throat in one session, and get a compliment from 'em fore' that fool return to the essence
Wack n***as got blueprints and plans for me, cause me makin' you wanna stop rappin, that shit is mandatory
I battle a female emcee, impregnate her with a son so she's forever reminded of me
As far as rap go, it be the illest brother, and be the first and only emcee to try to take his own mother

[Hook: Mr. Eon & Mad Skillz]
Hip-Hop icons, not rap pawns
Get it on, word is bond, way beyond Sam one
We own stocks in bonds, you morons
Think that you can fuck with Shaquan and Eon?

Hip-Hop icons, not rap pawns
Get it on, word is bond, way beyond Sam one
We own stocks in bonds, you morons
Think that you can fuck with Shaquan and Eon?

[Verse 2: Mr. Eon]
Elementally speakin', my mental be creepin', your fifteen minutes of fame is fuckin' fleetin'
On the prowl, plus i snatch all of thou screamin' "A E I O U a rap style"
Forget the Moet, i make my microphone mo' wet, slicker and slippery than any ho get
Add E to the ten plays, where my snippet tape?