The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Check, I control your mind with
One rhyme I speak and get you open like
A prostitute's butt cheeks (yeah)
Rappers get kicked in they mouth with cleats
Cause they're speech refuses to
Reach beyond the beach have a seat quick
(uh) I speak or spit flicks
On your cheap hit's
Time to complete shit, no weak shit
I mean freak shit properly
I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly
Others will copy me but
Repeat my shit sloppily
Shocking me with inclinations of rocking me
Insanity it got to be
My true identity is never meant to see
I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally
Yo! Word up! Get from out my face
Before you get bust quickly!
That's the hip hop, the hibby
I rip it in a minute cause
I'm gifted like December 25th
Now let me flip I'm all knowing
Lyrically syllable growing
Even when it's snowing, I'm party going
Free flowing and stomping! Never tip-toeing
Overthrowing the comp Big up Bronx!
I got more styles than the planet got women
I got as many rhymes as
Is many styles of women (tell 'em)
Don't make me come out on
That ass start flippin'
Your mental I'm afflictin'
Actin' ill and sickin'
Pickin' the victim at random, slammin' 'em
Draggin' them to the stage
And dismantlin' them
As my Hydrogen turns to Helium, I shine
None of your lyrics I'm feelin' 'em
You rhyme
Like you should be wearin' an apron scrapin'
A pot with a name like Mariam
But rappers talk too much shit
And can't back it up with lyrics
Build ya skillz
It's time for the raw shit
Not that on tour shit
That outlaw shit, that real hardcore shit
KRS runs shit like diarrhea
Bitin' motherfuckers hear my name and
Get up outta here i don't care this year
A lot of albums is whack this year
"Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah!
Thanks for the invite
It's just about to get hype
That straight up raw street type shit
Is what it feels like
I will be displayin' lyrical
Styles I'm saying
Lyrical styles from the miracle child
Want a pile of ill styles
Wildin' on your stereo dial?
Smile, I been here for a while
Peep my style while I go on with the song
I rock the microphone then take it
To the streets with the Krylon
Clicka clacka! clicka clacka
Take a spray can and slap a wack rapper!
Stacks of money for videos I don't have it
You're lookin' at the last
MC with true talent
Get your tape recorder fast kid
Boombastic another classic
Turn up the cassette!
All my styles are lyrically
Fantastic and movin'
While soothin' any urges for booing
Ungluing your mouth from my private
The more the merrier syllable superior
East coast- West Coast battles are inferior
Cause I by myself will take
Out the whole North America
We need to expand rap beyond this land
Set up competitions with England and Japan
World cups for rappers that really
Fuck shit up for fun
Yeah I know I'll get one
One rhyme I speak and get you open like
A prostitute's butt cheeks (yeah)
Rappers get kicked in they mouth with cleats
Cause they're speech refuses to
Reach beyond the beach have a seat quick
(uh) I speak or spit flicks
On your cheap hit's
Time to complete shit, no weak shit
I mean freak shit properly
I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly
Others will copy me but
Repeat my shit sloppily
Shocking me with inclinations of rocking me
Insanity it got to be
My true identity is never meant to see
I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally
Yo! Word up! Get from out my face
Before you get bust quickly!
That's the hip hop, the hibby
I rip it in a minute cause
I'm gifted like December 25th
Now let me flip I'm all knowing
Lyrically syllable growing
Even when it's snowing, I'm party going
Free flowing and stomping! Never tip-toeing
Overthrowing the comp Big up Bronx!
I got more styles than the planet got women
I got as many rhymes as
Is many styles of women (tell 'em)
Don't make me come out on
That ass start flippin'
Your mental I'm afflictin'
Actin' ill and sickin'
Pickin' the victim at random, slammin' 'em
Draggin' them to the stage
And dismantlin' them
As my Hydrogen turns to Helium, I shine
None of your lyrics I'm feelin' 'em
You rhyme
Like you should be wearin' an apron scrapin'
A pot with a name like Mariam
But rappers talk too much shit
And can't back it up with lyrics
Build ya skillz
It's time for the raw shit
Not that on tour shit
That outlaw shit, that real hardcore shit
KRS runs shit like diarrhea
Bitin' motherfuckers hear my name and
Get up outta here i don't care this year
A lot of albums is whack this year
"Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah!
Thanks for the invite
It's just about to get hype
That straight up raw street type shit
Is what it feels like
I will be displayin' lyrical
Styles I'm saying
Lyrical styles from the miracle child
Want a pile of ill styles
Wildin' on your stereo dial?
Smile, I been here for a while
Peep my style while I go on with the song
I rock the microphone then take it
To the streets with the Krylon
Clicka clacka! clicka clacka
Take a spray can and slap a wack rapper!
Stacks of money for videos I don't have it
You're lookin' at the last
MC with true talent
Get your tape recorder fast kid
Boombastic another classic
Turn up the cassette!
All my styles are lyrically
Fantastic and movin'
While soothin' any urges for booing
Ungluing your mouth from my private
The more the merrier syllable superior
East coast- West Coast battles are inferior
Cause I by myself will take
Out the whole North America
We need to expand rap beyond this land
Set up competitions with England and Japan
World cups for rappers that really
Fuck shit up for fun
Yeah I know I'll get one
Lyrics submitted by DallasLeigh
Build ya Skillz Lyrics as written by Joseph Kirkland Lawrence Krsone Parker
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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