Build Ya Skills

Verse one: krs-one



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 idenity is never meant to see

I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally



[busta rhymes]

Yo! word up! get from out my face, before you get bust quickly!



Verse two: krs-one



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'