Skillz The 3rd Kind
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[Verse 1: BlakkJakk (The Rhymer)]
Progessively submittin' a legend
Test these and get pushed back to classroom testin', see
Chefin' beats, add a little spice to the recipe
So, for the life of you, brotha', you gon' remember me
And since we got the beat playin', let's dance a while
Throw this track on, scratch it up panther style
I impress, fresh, ready for departurin'
Anticipation nearly rises past his markers
Who are these two young whippersnapper rhymers?
Crushin' old timers, hearin' skulls crack
But nevermind that, still spit divine raps
Spine snaps, send 'em back in time when raps provides facts
And gave us listeners peace of mind
Take a picture, freeze frame, freeze time
Chimes chingelin', because I'm feelin' so breezy
Rhymes chillin'
Call him Thermostat Blakk, flow hot and cold
So, throw on your goose feather jacket, and stop, drop, and roll
Now get used to the feelin'
We make our mills and chill with our boots to the ceilin'
Deviate from the picture they depict us in
Words scatter, plus lions cannot fear drums and hinder 'em
He's obviously a deviant, possessed by a demon with certain skills
That's boutta make they eyes scream like Turkey Hill
Progessively submittin' a legend
Test these and get pushed back to classroom testin', see
Chefin' beats, add a little spice to the recipe
So, for the life of you, brotha', you gon' remember me
And since we got the beat playin', let's dance a while
Throw this track on, scratch it up panther style
I impress, fresh, ready for departurin'
Anticipation nearly rises past his markers
Who are these two young whippersnapper rhymers?
Crushin' old timers, hearin' skulls crack
But nevermind that, still spit divine raps
Spine snaps, send 'em back in time when raps provides facts
And gave us listeners peace of mind
Take a picture, freeze frame, freeze time
Chimes chingelin', because I'm feelin' so breezy
Rhymes chillin'
Call him Thermostat Blakk, flow hot and cold
So, throw on your goose feather jacket, and stop, drop, and roll
Now get used to the feelin'
We make our mills and chill with our boots to the ceilin'
Deviate from the picture they depict us in
Words scatter, plus lions cannot fear drums and hinder 'em
He's obviously a deviant, possessed by a demon with certain skills
That's boutta make they eyes scream like Turkey Hill
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