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Build Ya Skillz

Check, I control your mind with one rhyme I speak

And get you open like a prostitutes buttcheeks

Rapper get kicked in they mouth with cleets

'Cause they're speech refuses to reach beyond the beachHave a seat quick, I speak or spit flicks on your [Incomprehensible]

Time to complete shit, no weak shit, I mean freak shit properly

I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly

Others will copy me but repeat my shit sloppilyShocking me with inclinations of rocking me

Insanity it got to be

My true identity is never meant to see

I simply use the gifts sent to me mentallyYo, word up, get from out my face

Before you get bust quicklyThat's the hip hop, the hibby, I rip it in a minute

'Cause I'm gifted like December 25th, now let me flip

I'm all knowing lyrically syllable growing

Even when it's snowing, I'm party goingFree flowing and stomping, never tip-toeing

Overthrowing the comp, big up Bronx

I got more styles than the planet got women

I got as many rhymes as is many styles of womenDon't make me come out on that ass start flippin'

Your mental I'm afflictin', actin' ill and sickin'

Pickin' the victim at random, slammin' em

Draggin' them to the stage and dismantlin' themAs my Hydrogen turns to Helium, I shine

None of your lyrics I'm feelin' em, you rhyme

Like you should be wearin' an apron

Scrapin' a pot with a name like MariamBut rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyric

Build ya skillzBut rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyricIt's time for the raw shit, not that on tour shit, that outlaw shit

That real hardcore shit, KRS-One runs shit like diarrhea

Bitin' motherfuckers, hear my shit and get up outta here

I don't care this yearAlot of albums is wack this year

"Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah

Thanks for the invite, it's just about to get hype

That straight up raw street type shit is what it feel likeI will be displayin', lyrical styles, I'm saying

Lyrical styles from the miracle child

Want a pile of ill styles wildin' on your radio dial?

Smile, I been here for awhilePeep my style while I go on with the song

I rock the microphone then take it to the streets with the Krylon

Clicka clacka, clicka clacka

Take a spray can and slap a wack rapperStacks of money for videos, I don't have it

You're lookin' at the last MC with true talent

Get your tape recorder fast kid

Boombastic another classic, turn up the cassette!All my styles are lyrically fantastic and movin'

While soothin' any urges for booing

Ungluing your mouth from my private

The more the merrier, syllable superiorEast Coast, West Coast, battles are inferior

'Cause I by myself will take out the whole North America

We need to expand rap beyond this land

Set up competitions with England and JapanWorld cups for rappers that really fuck shit up for fun

Yeah, I know I'll get oneBut rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyric

Build ya skillzBut rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyric

Build ya skillzRappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyric

Build ya skillzRappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyric

Build ya skillz

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