True Skillz

[Intro] Check it out x2 Got Jeru the Damaja in the house Got my man Sabor on the beat we're about to represent for the underground Letting you know how we mass murder mic some bash up boats About put it down with True Skillz Letting y'all clowns what time it is and it goes like this [Verse 1] Into the original, ex-criminal I used to flippin' analog but now I'm strictly digital 2003 movements are pivotal Split backs like atoms apply pressure till mass is critcal Cast talkin' smacked I chopped him in two Get it, got it, spit it, hot shitted, forget about it Don't BOLOs, at amateurs and pros, pass time, converting holes Put 'em in seizing chokeholds before it Slipped my mind shout out to all my bros You can encount them I tie-rip Don't know your fingers and toes, MAD!! Flow it shows like swiftness in combos Murder MCs by the rules and props we got those, so Days that are we got robbed no through ocho I was at the day that I fuck shit up then they sink oh! And the things changed but the weather you can ask arrow 'queur don't vent lightnings pulse him and her, you know my M.O [Hook] True Skillz x2 [Verse 2] If I was cold hearted I'd have bitches on a strip Even though I'm not pimpin' I shoot my game like a pimp I go to war like Scarface I get around like 2 Pac Real gangstas don't talk about Glocks, they bust shots I got two things for these reeks that's a truth and a long cock I'm the only rapper that you ever see in your block, I'm god Like old Cyrus, the touch of King Midas If I beat shawty I'm beggin' just in case she got the variables Coz you can't trust a big-butt and a grin Think you mackin' but if you spent dawg that's trickin' I never lick it even if it's finger lickin' I've got more sold than color green so pokin' grease, fried chicken You know it's stereo pawn representin' Brooklyn so dope wifey had to throw me in We have like Samuel Jackson on the realer realer I'm just kiddin' But when it's come to doin' my thing you know how I'm livin' [Bridge] Everybody wanna rock the mic but if you really wanna be a MC show your True Skillz x4 [Verse 3] Hypnotic the Hip-Hop narcotic I keep it organic other MCs're robotic Fouls that add pauses display lack of logic Nutritions flows get life to the mic like amniotic Water cook shit up like a short-order, origami chef I touched the mic and choke it to death Launching everyday it'll weak like Hugh Hef, ner Black super hero like the black panther Keep my rhymes shunt like states when I chase vampire Flip you through till' you blue in the face like big fat liar Years from now I just be getting higher If you put it on your blast ain't no gas I set that ass on fire From Brooklyn to East New York the rocket shows There is something that I think you should know [Hook]