J Dilla - The Jam lyrics

[Mad Sk**z] Now who done pa**ed you a diaper and got you thinkin you the sh**? 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 n***a's mic sk**s When I rhyme REAL heads get the shivers Here comes that n***a 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 [Hook] When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam Money you'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam Kid you'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam Yo you'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam And you'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam [Mad Sk**z] 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 Sk**z Mad, will he be bad? Ask your dad Don't front, he know about the sk**s 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, n***as 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 [Hook] When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam Yo you'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam Money you'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam You'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam Yeah you'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam [Mad Sk**z] Yeah, the jam has arrived so all that garbage can walk Before I personally interact with that a** like Box Talk So pa** the steel when I flex on the reels You know the deal that n***a Sk**z be up in dips like Ma**engil Douche, a** toosh, who get loose Funk money times five gettin live call a truce From Compton to Maine I tear, n***as out the frame I don't battle I show n***as 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 f**in 'round with Sk**z you get caught up in the jam [Hook] When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam You'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam Yo you'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam You'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam You'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam You'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam Yeah you'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam And you'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam When the mic hits my hand, you know I'm gonna slam You'll be like, oh sh**! That's the jam