Build Ya Skills

<br>Verse One: KRS One<br><br>Check I control your mind with one rhyme I speak<br>And get you open like a prostitutes buttcheeks<br>Rapper get kicked in they mouth with cleets<br>cause they`re speech refuses to reach beyond the beach<br>Have a seat quick I speak or spit flicks on your ???<br>Time to complete shit no weak shit I mean freak shit properly<br>I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly<br>Others will copy me but repeat my shit sloppily<br>Shocking me with inclinations of rocking me<br>Insanity it got to be<br>My true idenity is never meant to see<br>I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally<br><br>[Busta Rhymes]<br>Yo! Word up! Get from out my face, before you get bust quickly!<br><br>Verse two: KRS-One<br><br>Thats the hip hop, the hibby<br>I rip it in a minute cause I`m gifted<br>Like December 25th<br>Now let me flip<br>I`m all knowing lyrically syllable growing<br>Even when it`s snowing I`m party going<br>Free flowing and stomping!<br>Never tip-toeing<br>Overthrowing the comp<br>Big up Bronx!<br>I got more styles than the planet got women<br>I got as many rhymes as is many styles of women<br>Don`t make me come out on that ass start flippin`<br>Your mental I`m afflictin`<br>Actin` ill and sickin`<br>Pickin` the victim at random, slammin` `em<br>Draggin` them to the stage and dismantlin` them<br>As my Hydrogen turns to Helium I shine!<br>None of your lyrics I`m feelin` `em<br>You rhyme<br>Like you should be wearin` an apron scrapin` a pot with a name like Mariam<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>But rappers talk too much shit<br>And can`t back it up with lyrics<br>Build ya skills<br><br>It`s time for the raw shit<br>Not that on tour shit<br>That real hardcore shit<br>KRS-One runs shit like diarrhea<br>Bitin` motherfuckers hear my shit and get up outta here!<br>I don`t care this year<br>Alot of albums is wak this year<br>"Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah!<br>Thanks for the invite<br>It`s just about to get hype<br>That straight up raw street type shit is what it feel like<br>I will be displayin` lyrical styles I`m saying<br>Lyrical styles from the miracle child<br>Want a pile of ill styles wildin` on your radio dial?<br>Smile<br>I been here for awhile<br>Peep my style while I go on with the song<br>I rock the microphone then it to the streets with the Krylon<br>clicka clacka! clicka clacka!<br>Take a spraycan and slap a wak rapper!<br>Stacks of money for videos I don`t have it<br>You`re lookin` at the last MC with true talent<br>Get your tape recorder fast kid<br>Boombastic another classic<br>Turn up the cassette!<br>All my styles are lyrically fantastic and movin`<br>While soothin` any urges for booing<br>Ungluing your mouth from my private<br>The more the merrier<br>Syllable superior<br>East coast- West Coast battles are inferior<br>Cause I by myself will take out the whole North America<br>We need to expand rap beyond this land<br>Set up competitions with England and Japan<br>World cups for rappers that really fuck shit for fun<br>....Yeah I know I`ll get one<br><br>Chorus