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KRS One( KRS-One )
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Build Ya Skillz
Lyricist:James E. Branch Jr., Anthony Grayson, Joseph Kirkland, Lawrence Parker
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 beach
Have 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 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
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' â€~em Draggin' them to the stage and dismantlin' them
As my Hydrogen turns to Helium, I shine None of your lyrics I'm feelin' â€~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 lyric Build ya skillz
But rappers talk too much shit And can't back it up with lyric
It'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 year Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Alot 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 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 radio dial? Smile, I been here for awhile
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 lyric Build ya skillz
But rappers talk too much shit And can't back it up with lyric Build ya skillz
Rappers talk too much shit And can't back it up with lyric Build ya skillz
Rappers talk too much shit And can't back it up with lyric Build ya skillz
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