Busta Rhymes - Build Ya Sk**z lyrics

[Verse 1: KRS-ONE] Check, I control your mind with one rhyme I speak And get you open like a prostitute's bu*t 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 sh**, no weak sh**, I mean freak sh** properly I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly Others will copy me but repeat my sh** 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 [Basta Rhymes] Yo! Word up! Get from out my face, before you get bust quickly! [Verse 2: KRS-One] 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 a** 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 [Hook: KRS-ONE] But rappers talk too much sh** And can't back it up with lyrics Build ya sk**z [Verse 3: KRS-ONE] It's time for the raw sh**, not that on tour sh** That outlaw sh**, that real hardcore sh** KRS runs sh** like diarrhea Bitin' motherf**ers 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 sh** 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 cla**ic Turn up the ca**ette! 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 f** sh** up for fun Yeah I know I'll get one [Hook]