Skillz - Intellectual

[Verse 1: BlakkJakk]

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

[Chorus: BlakkJakk & JaY STeeZ]

(Skills)

Top ranked, point blank, we vital

Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recitals (Skills)

Now, you feel it when we drop those

Hot beats, hot flows

Killin' shit, we got those (Skills)

It's the music that the street love

Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love (Skills)

3rd Kind duelin' again, rulin' again

Watch as we do it again (Skills)

[Verse 2: JaY STeeZ]

I tend to be a mystery, like Left Eye dyin'

And I make fatal stings, West Nile Virus

Don't test my climate, I'm hot on the regular

Completely complicated compared to my competitors

With no predicates, I'm known to stay killin' it

Do it 'til my last breath like J. Dilla did

Close Encounters (3rd Kind), hip-hop syndicates

The rest of you imitants is dim-witted simpletons

Since the days I used to use a bib

They say I grew too much, now they used to it

From the uterus to the looped instrumentals

I kept the flame burnin' like the wick of a candle

You stick to your pencils, scratch and erase

Veterans is comin' up to ask for my grace

And get slapped in the face, I don't overestimate 'em

See how long they last if they go and test my patience

Isn't it ironic how he kept the sickest weight in?

Exotic, yet melodic and I'm gettin' sick of waitin'

Quick to spray kids with my pencil flow

Once my pencil goes, it goes 'til it hits the goal

Simple flows perplex their mind

Palm readers tellin' me I'm ahead of my time

So, no palm reader, preacher, or psalm either

Could acquire more believers than when I drop ether