HOLSTAR AND TECK​-​ZILLA - Skills Featuring Zubz Tha Last Letta

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Zubz
The Golden Mic shine today I ain’t forgotten, Hip Hop rode me cowgirl I came from the bottom/
Strapped with these raps as my only prophylactic, no dastardly tactic to try to topple cats with/
Check my tracklist lyrically inclined check my background for blacklists invariably you’ll find/
All I pack is a smash hit imperially designed, I got Jack spit for half wits inferior in mind/
Coast to coast or border to border and beyond, I toast to Holst for formerly ordering the song/
Without a side served dash or a chaser, Last Letta die first, crash – cheque later/
I’m impulsive – when it comes to beats I’m a predator they’re vultures/
Meaning that I’m three steps ahead of them; my Cultures/
Similar to that of the borg, conquer assimilated after it all – Move on!

*Hook*
So we came from the bottom up, that’s why we celebrate daily bottoms up/
 And they still can’t stop our shine you know we’re ill, sick, quarantine/
 Raps stay borderline, scripted pen on point – porcupine/
Hold the fort and I hold the grime, it like they put my brain in the dirt; sordid mind/

The Holstar
Give a what? About a Hater, I am on another level it’s like I’m in Heaven I awake to escalators/
I think that I’m the greatest, if I am not the greatest then he doesn’t exist cause I’m probably gonna father him/
Haters steady bothering Rap is in my veins, it’s in my blood, it’s in my pain even your girl steady hollering/
Do it with finesse, bless with skill – build an empire with my twenty inch wolverine hands of steel/
I birth diamonds while you mine Gold, look Ma no hands I’m diving blind fold/
Into a pool of martyrdom shouldn’t have started him, I can take a whole crew’s cool and rip a part of them/
They can call it what they want I ain’t a part them, burn stages scripts of an arsonist/
Burn pages you know I’m ill, so what I gotta do to show the kid got skills!

*Hook*
So we came from the bottom up, that’s why we celebrate daily bottoms up/
 And they still can’t stop our shine you know we’re ill, sick, quarantine/
 Raps stay borderline, scripted pen on point – porcupine/
Hold the fort and I hold the grime, it like they put my brain in the dirt; sordid mind/
 

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from The Extraordinaires, released January 12, 2012

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