Build Ya Skillz Lyrics - 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 [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