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
 Build ya skillz
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 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
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 Build ya skillz