《Where Yo Skillz At》是Artifacts演唱的歌曲，收錄於《That's Them》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Where Yo Skillz At
- 所屬專輯：That's Them
- 歌曲原唱：Artifacts
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
Anti-facts be the best in this MC fest
Rest any intentions we here to mention we the fresh
Network natives Polo king bringing the zing
To your Walkman check it how we talk and sing
Breaking that thing lyrical jacking macing
All so-called cipher rapping niggers I‘m smacking
No tricks with fits inflict the hurt like Frank Thomas
To never make the wrack jams to my peers I promise
Atomic yet niggers gonna have to respect
What we‘re bringing to the table check my dialect
Alpha-beta wet-ta than your man who says he can
Take a whole block we put that ass on lock and
Styles be groovy fake niggers can‘t fool me
Cause I‘m a fly brown brother and you can‘t school me
Tools be always sharpened for MC‘s that be starting
Up shit and can‘t f**k with this rap sergeant
Bluffing talking about nothing in fact
These crews be wrack so may I ask where yo skills at
Where yo skills at
Where yo skills at
Where yo skills at
It‘s no doubt what I‘m about busting you shit out with my lyrical
Smoking botanical I be the man that makes the miracles
Invisible if need be see me on TV and on CD
Smoking beadles in 3-D doing graffiti
My mechanical style interlocks rocks and shocks
Cause I‘m hot X marks the spot like Sadat watch
I‘m so tight with mine nickel and dime rhymers
Are smoking one quarter pushing off the corner from foul line
Prime time teams rewind and can‘t find mine
They all left behind because my rhymes lack guidelines
Wings get pushed back from hairlines to ass cracks
So check ASCAP on Artifacts soundtracks
So act ill I can peel a skill like fresh bills
Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny Hill
But chill a minute I‘m all up in it infinite potential
Newark Jew Jersey residential areas I turn to burial plots
For mac‘s who don‘t believe what I conceive
Or leave a whole team speechless getting jives to Chunky Cheese
I‘m like Jesus to the mic write My Life out like Mary
I‘m oh-Oblige-d to J Any ghetto queen that‘s sanitary
Don‘t play me too close you‘ll get roasted by the human torch
From Newark I‘m blowing up spots without tour support
I distort thoughts with ism sticks and quarts
Laughing at rappers who come at me in soft packs like New-ports
I walk that talk get down and dirty like New York
That‘s why I‘m still fat beef kill that nigger where your skills at
Where your skills at
But back to the subject at hand
Peep my battle plan and I‘ll be forced to chop that hand
Off soft brothers yo they can‘t withstand
The pressure prepare the stretcher and the Dristan
Cause in nine-six these mac‘s can‘t miss
If you purchase this then you see why brothers kinda pissed it‘s
The Mr Flip Lipper always staying dipped
Always talking shit always hitting hallways and shit
I play the parks after dark and spark L‘s until my head bust
And then bust plus when I get dusted you‘ll get messed up
Rolling with razors neighbors hate me cause I‘m famous
Tame is accurate back with battle raps fat like battleships
Constantly open like a hood rat that‘s smoking
Got bitches in Hoboken overdoes off my potions
Wet like oceans my notebook looks atrocious
Be dissing vocal coaches I don‘t let them hit my roaches
I handle my Biz like Warner
Brothers be on the corner talking gossip
