Listen to Where Yo Skills at ? song with lyrics from Artifacts

Where Yo Skills at ?

Artifacts1 Jan 1997

Where Yo Skills at ? Lyrics

Where Yo Skills At ? - Artifacts

Written by:R. Brown/S. Jones/W. Williams

 

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 a** 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 a** 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 a** 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 k**l that n****r 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 sh*t always hitting hallways and sh*t

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 b**ches 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

Hot cause they ain't got sh*t

Watch this

 

Where yo skills at n****r

Where yo skills at

 

Where yo skills at

 

Where yo skills at

 

Where yo skills at

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***