Build Ya Skillz lyrics

Artist  : Krs One 
Song : Build Ya Skillz



 Send "Build Ya Skillz" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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' '€˜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 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



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