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Skills, skills, skills |
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My microphone, it's skills |
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The funky beat, it's skills |
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Skills, top rank point blank we vital |
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Spit flows rip shows peep the recital |
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Skills, now, you feel it when we drop those |
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Hot beats stop phoes killin' shit we got those |
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Skills, it's, the music that the street loves |
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Each thug, is now reppin' this with deep love |
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Skills, Gang Starr duelin' again rulin' again |
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Watch as we do it again |
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It's the, true enliven' with a youthful vengeance |
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And I'm a judge rap is your ass give you a crucial sentence |
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You need at least twelve jewels to practice |
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You're too enthusiastic male groupie bastard |
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Still tryin' to convince us some more |
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Pretendin' your raw that's what you need a minister for |
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Again it's the law got you up against the wall |
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We the gulliest fuck it then it's us against y'all |
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Mic skills type grills like I'm Michael Jill |
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Like when he write for the pill is how I stay for the ill |
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Slide off kid, and let a grown man finesse it |
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We bold and impressive that old manifest shit |
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Some new product from a known team |
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Niggas know me, and you can bet they know Preme |
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So here we go for your stereo |
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And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go, hear me go |
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Skills, top rank point blank we vital |
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Spit flows rip shows peep the recital |
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Skills, now, you feel it when we drop those |
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Hot beats stop phoes killin' shit we got those |
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Skills, it's, the music that the street loves |
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Each thug, is now reppin' this with deep love |
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Skills, Gang Starr duelin' again rulin' again |
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Watch as we do it again |
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You little suckers know better, I go head up |
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If your man left the joint in the whip then tell him go get it |
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We hold it down like a holy crown |
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Fools actin' like they know me throw me phoney pounds |
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Fuck that I'm sittin' back like an aristocrat |
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Shell shocked chief assasin' with a whole fuckin' list of cats |
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Thought you was on the case but you missed the fact |
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The bitch talkin' this and that I'm a make it simple Jack |
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I doubled up and tripled that, soldiers where your pistols at? |
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Life wrong move lose the gift of that |
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Why they callin' us the most consistent? |
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Most significant some old slick shit |
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Fulfill your need and catch joyful rush |
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Enjoy your dutch haters annoyed with us |
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Oh boy it's us you know the face in the club |
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Blazin' it up, with my niggas raisin' it up for these |
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Skills, top rank point blank we vital |
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Spit flows rip shows peep the recital |
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Skills, now, you feel it when we drop those |
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Hot beats stop phoes killin' shit we got those |
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Skills, it's, the music that the street loves |
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Each thug, is now reppin' this with deep love |
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Skills, Gang Starr duelin' again rulin' again |
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Watch as we do it again |
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Btohers are amused by other brother's reps |
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Some niggas pull tecks catch others for checks |
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All for respect, all for the bread |
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For the chance of success they might hand him his head |
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Remain humble 'cause I know enough |
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Plus the road is tough especially when you roll with us |
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But I'm a stay with my peeps, stay in these streets |
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Rhyme sprayin' and I'm playin' for keeps 'cause I got those |
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Skills, top rank point blank we vital |
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Spit flows rip shows peep the recital |
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Skills, now, you feel it when we drop those |
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Hot beats stop phoes killin' shit we got those |
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Skills, it's, the music that the street loves |
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Each thug, is now reppin' this with deep love |
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Skills, Gang Starr duelin' again rulin' again |
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Watch as we do it again |
