Capital Steez - Sk**z lyrics

[Verse 1: Jakk The Rhymer] Progessively submittin',a legend! Test these & get pushed back to cla**room testin' see Cheffin' beats, add a little spice, to the recipe So for the life of you brotha you gon' remember me & since we got the beat playin', let's dance a while Throw this track on, scratch it up panther style I impress, fresh, ready for departurin' Anticipation nearly rises past his marker Who are these two young whippersnapper rhymers Crushin' old timers, hearin' skulls crack But nevermind that, still spit the lime raps Spine snaps back in time, when rap provides facts & gave listeners peace of mind Take a picture, freeze frame, freeze time Chimes chingelin', because I'm feelin' so breezy Rhymes chillin', call em' thermostat black Flow hot n cold, so when you reach for that jacket & stop,drop & roll, now get use to the feelin' We make uh mills and chill, with our boots to the ceilin' Deviate from the picture they depict us in Words scatter plus lines cannot fear drums n hinder em He's obviously a deviant, possessed by a demon with certain sk**s To make they eyes feel like turkey ill [Hook: Jakk The Rhymer & Capital STEEZ] Sk**z Top ranked, point blank, we vital Spit flows rip shows, peep the recitals Sk**z Now you feel it when we drop those Hot beats, hot flows Feelin' sh** we got those, sk**z! It's the music that the street love Each thug, now reppin' this with deep love Sk**z 3rd Kind duelin' again, rulin' again Watch as we do it again [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] I tend to be a mystery like left eye diein' & I make fatal stings, West Nile Virus Don't test my climate, I'm hot, on the regular Completely complicated compared to my competitors With no predicates, I'm known to stay k**in' it Do it to my last breath like J. Dilla did Close encounters(3rd kiiiind) hip-hop syndicates The rest of you imitants, is deemed as a simpleton Since the days I use to use a bib, they say I grew too much Now they used to it, from the uterus to the looped instrumental I kept the flame burnin' like the wick, of a candle You stick, to your pencils, scratch & erase Veterans is comin' up to ask for my grace And get slapped in the face I don't overestimate em' See how long they last if they go and test my patience Isn't it ironic, how he kept the sickest weigh-in Exotic, yet melodic & I'm gettin' sick of waitin' Quick to spray kids with my pencil flow When my pencil go, it goes till it hits the goal Simple flows, perplex they minds Palm reader tellin' me, I'm ahead of my time So no palm reader, you just saw 'em either Could acquire more believers but what I drops ether [Hook]