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 beach

have a seat quick i speak or spit flicks on your

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!

thats 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 lyrics

build ya skills

it's time for the raw shit

not that on tour 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 wak this year

will krs bring it?" ahh yeah!