Build Ya Skillz (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Check, I control your mind with one rhyme I speak

And get you open like a prostitute's butt cheeks (yeah)

Rappers get kicked in they mouth with cleats

Cause they're speech refuses to reach beyond the beach

Have a seat quick (uh) I speak or spit flicks on your cheap hits

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 sloppily

Shocking 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 mentally

Yo! Word up! Get from out my face, before you get bust quickly!

That'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 going

Free 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 women (tell 'em)

Don'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' them

As 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 Mariam

But rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyrics

Build ya skillz

Rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyrics

It's time for the raw shit, not that on tour shit

That outlaw shit, that real hardcore shit

KRS runs shit like diarrhea

Bitin' motherfuckers hear my name and get up outta here

I don't care this year, a lot of albums is whack 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 feels like

I will be displayin' lyrical styles I'm saying

Lyrical styles from the miracle child

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

Smile, I been here for a while

Peep 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 rapper!

Stacks 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 superior

East 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 Japan

World cups for rappers that really fuck shit up for fun

Yeah I know I'll get one

But rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyrics

Build ya skillz

Rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyrics

Build ya skillz

Rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyrics

Build ya skillz

Rappers talk too much shit

And can't back it up with lyrics

Build ya skillz

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