I drop the Hip-Hop that rock and don't stop
I get props 'cause shit's hot but don't call it pop
Used to pop zits, now I drop hits. To stop this
You need a firearm, pop a lot o' hot clips
Fly like Warren Worthington in days of the apocalypse
I'm taking off like fighterplanes and rocketships
Blazing like death-rays strafing y'all punks
Find yourself wrapped-up in duct tape in a trunk
Not breaking the boogie not faking the funk
Don't mistake me for a chump, my name ain't Willie Lumplump
Pump up the stomp of your feet when I creep on ya dance floor
I see you dance but what you stand for?
Like a landlord this is my territory
I came to funk up the mic and not to tell a story
Yo it ain't really mandatory that you spell it for me
Just kick a allegory 'cause them other fellas bore me
Get your hands off me you'll catch blisters
Twist your kid-ish wrist with with a fitness grip vicious
Listen, I don't mean what I say
But Skiggy Rapz is the name and I'm on top of the chain, bust it!
On ya mark, get set. Hijack the jet set
I live by the pen, won't you write me a death threat?
Style's secretive, underground where it's best kept
I stress that you suck like the vampire Lestat
I'm so high, you gon' be needin' my spectacles
To see my style so exceptional
Hear a lot of lyrics, see a lot of rhymers
But even if you're over eighteen you're still a minor
We all that and then some plus a little extra
Forget dem water painted flows these got texture
And flavour like a glass of fresh orange juice
Bruce Lee, we kick the truth not fairy tales like mother goose
Ayo yo wait up Surreal, I tell it straight up
Man, we kinda skinny but we keep our weight up
So guess who's coming to dinner skippin' the starters
And ate all the food for thought up, chewin' the hardest
Highly regarded from castles to gutters
Attack wow & flutter with swords and box-cutters
Since we kick more ass then all others
Our videos should be produced by Shaw Brothers
I'm the mic snatcher but do not toss your look my way
'Cause I'm not that much of an eye catcher
I push rhymes like weight and punchline my way in
But still Skiggy Rapz non violent
Back! To the future to escape from the past
And send the competition straight back to class
Sneaky snakes slither like snails through the grass
Just because you finished after us don't mean you last
Yo, we be climbing to the top
But never falling off
You're like chocolate in the pocket
Quick to go soft
We masters like Picasso
You're like Bob Ross
We Rakim and Springsteen
The leader and the boss
Yo, we got the wild style
Sorta like a spastic
Like legless gymnastics
When you jump up that's it
Back to back on the track
Another classic
Keynote Speakerz, we runnin' this rap shit!