Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gang Starr
Gang Starr
Performer
Dexter Thibou
Dexter Thibou
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Elam
Keith Elam
Composer
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dexter Thibou
Dexter Thibou
Assistant Engineer
Guru
Guru
Co-Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Producer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Skills, skills, skills My Microphone (it's skills) The funky beat (it's skills) (Skills) top rank point, blank we vital Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recital (Skills) now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats, stop phoes killin' shit, we got those (Skills) it's the music that the street love Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin' again, rulin' again Watch as we do it again It's the true enliven with a youthful vengeance And I'm a judge, rap is your ass, give you a crucial sentence You need at least twelve jewels to practice Your too enthusiastic, male groupie bastard Still tryin' to convince us some more Pretendin' you're raw, that's what you need a minister for Again, it's the law got you up against the wall We the gulliest, fuck it, then it's us against y'all Mic skills, type grills, like I'm Michael Jill Like when he write for the pill is how I stay for the ill Slide off kid and let a grown man finesse it We bold and impressive that old manifest shit Some new product from a known team Niggas know me and you can bet they know Preme So here we go for your stereo And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go hear me go (Skills) top rank point, blank we vital Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recital (Skills) now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats, stop phoes killin' shit, we got those (Skills) it's the music that the street love Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin' again, rulin' again Watch as we do it again You little suckers know better, I go head up If your man left the joint in the whip, then tell him go get it We hold it down like a holy crown Fools actin' like they know me, throw me phoney pounds Fuck that, I'm sittin' back like an aristocrat Shell shocked chief assassin with a whole fuckin' list of cats Thought you was on the case, but you missed the fact The bitch talkin' this and that, I'ma make it simple Jack I doubled up and tripled that, soldiers where your pistols at? Life wrong move, lose the gift of that Why they callin us the most consistent? Most significant (once again) some old slick shit Fulfill your need and catch joyful rush Enjoy your Dutch, haters annoyed with us Oh boy, it's us, you know the face in the club Blazin' it up, with my niggas, raisin' it up for these (Skills) top rank point, blank we vital Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recital (Skills) now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats, stop phoes killin' shit, we got those (Skills) it's the music that the street love Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin' again, rulin' again Watch as we do it again Brothers are amused by other brother's reps Some niggas pull tecks, catch others for checks All for respect, all for the bread For the chance of success, they might hand him his head Remain humble, 'cause I know enough Plus the road is tough, especially when you roll with us But I'ma stay with my peeps, stay in these streets Rhyme sprayin' and I'm playin' for keeps 'cause I got those (Skills) top rank point, blank we vital Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recital (Skills) now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats, stop phoes killin' shit, we got those (Skills) it's the music that the street love Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love (Skills) Gang Starr duelin' again, rulin' again Watch as we do it again (skills)
Writer(s): Edwin Birdsong, Keith Elam, Chris Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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