Who got the skill (skills)
Who got the skill (skills)
Who got the skill (skills)
Who got the skill (ya no frills)
Welcome to the chill vibe sapor, the feel fine caper
Drop the real like anchor, where my skill might take ya
Lone hillside wrangler no ill mic tangler
Throat kill like stranglers no frills like Franklins
In my blood like glucose, word up like kudos
Backyard in the mud summer sun where I grew those
Cos sinkers hit the buge's, drinkers hit the booze
Creepers hit the juice and the sleepers hit the snooze so
The momentum, so threatened, don't reckon
Stone steppin', snow leopard, slow kneckin'
Home threat in the possession, correction
The profession's, progression, no question
It's just a mental note but the expert levels are low
It used to be as high as the price that girls spend on clothes
The treason in stroke it needs to go you'll need to un-stow
Afraid some people need to know in order for them to grow
I take it back to Tivoli and barely fit in Jimmy Rowes
Beats would bang breakers belly swim at every show
To reach the stage, basics earn respect and bless the phone
Now the skills are runnin' rare in my section where did they go
It's a slow motion picture like a home loaners stint
To own their own quota fixtured on The Grove close to Mitcham
A syllabus description, the smarts they gotta pick up
These suicidal sinners disrespect the listener
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, I got the skills
Skills like skills like bumpin' up scores
Skills like skills like cut the rug raw
Skills like skills like dunking I'm Jordan
Who got the skill who drop the real
I got that full length about to drop in full length around the Oz
In full strength my album be a full length you bound to cop
But I ain't bound to cops my sounds a hot round of shots
Bounce and drop crowd the spot out the shop out of stock
Strict business sittin' back at your place
Beside the fact that I'm into it grinning jackin' the breaks
I'm sick of rappers that fake as if there passion was hate for this industry
I'm hittin' myself like graffin' the train
The motivation seems to be for fame to say the least
Got me sinking thinking if this air is safe to breathe
When you announce and ruin crowds enough to make em flee
I'm on the flip side like vinyl Traen will take you A to B
So let me take you for a trip on track, since a kid with my dad
I had them skills let them build then attack
All you need is the equipment and lab, it's just like swimming a lap
The skills flow like ink spill in the bag
I'm Popeye armed popping his meal, my arm stronger than Neil
I'll represent Clarke Kent and play the part by the wheel
Sharpen skill before you ask for deal
You get the message when impressions come in colour from the yard on steel
My art concealed then passed on like cars on wheels
Ain't jargon filled the bars hook like shark on reel
And char like grill I hit scales like tarpons gill
The star on shield just make sure who you draft got skills
Skills, skills, skills
I kill, wak emcee's with my skills
Ya no frills, with no skill
Suckers tried to diss now they got to go
I rock any track, so don't play my
My style of Hip Hop wont fall or flip flop
Recognise the real, I got the skill for this
Introduce you to the sweet nature, got buge's in each chamber
My DJ is the demon on the wheels like speed racer
The sneaky street shaker no need to be stranger
And if you B flat we bump it up to C major
Unique on bleak acre hittin' bricks like I'm Mario
Strictly into pistacchio witness the impresario
Rip a tune like Banana Boat interview of my RDO
Dip you in the scenario every single bar I wrote
I jump the quote and put it to ya like a freckle
What's that cha say, take you to Anotha Level
Growin up from Mitcham way complete rebels
So what ya been up to Jack, sweet-f-all
Days I thought through them, game like court fusion
I aim to raise it high embrace the Lite I'm George Lucian
Phrases brought to them narrate the core movement
Now my lyrics heatin' up I let them Boyle like Susan
I'm as crowd efficient when out of vision on sound restriction
This is our decision, spending hours and thousands with it
Quick fix behind the Caltex, see how flooded the valve gets
That pounding in the back of the van, it ain't about sex
But damn it feel good to see people up on it
Unless they lack the skills they get eaten up on it
If the speaker's aren't modest let ya hi-fi chill
Defined by skill, I raise my voice high like Milk (Dee)
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, I got the skills
Skills like skills like bumpin' up scores
Skills like skills like cut the rug raw
Skills like skills like dunking I'm Jordan
Who got the skill who drop the real
Skills, skills, skills
I kill, wak emcee's with my skills
Ya no frills, with no skill
Suckers tried to diss now they got to go
I rock any track, so don't play my
My style of Hip Hop wont fall or flip flop
Recognise the real, I got the skill for this
Traen One - No Frills (feat. DJ Sanchez) Lyrics
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Who got the skill (skills)
Who got the skill (skills)
Who got the skill (skills)
Who got the skill (ya no frills)
Welcome to the chill vibe sapor, the feel fine caper
Drop the real like anchor, where my skill might take ya
Lone hillside wrangler no ill mic tangler
Throat kill like stranglers no frills like Franklins
In my blood like glucose, word up like kudos
Backyard in the mud summer sun where I grew those
Cos sinkers hit the buge's, drinkers hit the booze
Creepers hit the juice and the sleepers hit the snooze so
The momentum, so threatened, don't reckon
Stone steppin', snow leopard, slow kneckin'
Home threat in the possession, correction
The profession's, progression, no question
It's just a mental note but the expert levels are low
It used to be as high as the price that girls spend on clothes
The treason in stroke it needs to go you'll need to un-stow
Afraid some people need to know in order for them to grow
I take it back to Tivoli and barely fit in Jimmy Rowes
Beats would bang breakers belly swim at every show
To reach the stage, basics earn respect and bless the phone
Now the skills are runnin' rare in my section where did they go
It's a slow motion picture like a home loaners stint
To own their own quota fixtured on The Grove close to Mitcham
A syllabus description, the smarts they gotta pick up
These suicidal sinners disrespect the listener
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, I got the skills
Skills like skills like bumpin' up scores
Skills like skills like cut the rug raw
Skills like skills like dunking I'm Jordan
Who got the skill who drop the real
I got that full length about to drop in full length around the Oz
In full strength my album be a full length you bound to cop
But I ain't bound to cops my sounds a hot round of shots
Bounce and drop crowd the spot out the shop out of stock
Strict business sittin' back at your place
Beside the fact that I'm into it grinning jackin' the breaks
I'm sick of rappers that fake as if there passion was hate for this industry
I'm hittin' myself like graffin' the train
The motivation seems to be for fame to say the least
Got me sinking thinking if this air is safe to breathe
When you announce and ruin crowds enough to make em flee
I'm on the flip side like vinyl Traen will take you A to B
So let me take you for a trip on track, since a kid with my dad
I had them skills let them build then attack
All you need is the equipment and lab, it's just like swimming a lap
The skills flow like ink spill in the bag
I'm Popeye armed popping his meal, my arm stronger than Neil
I'll represent Clarke Kent and play the part by the wheel
Sharpen skill before you ask for deal
You get the message when impressions come in colour from the yard on steel
My art concealed then passed on like cars on wheels
Ain't jargon filled the bars hook like shark on reel
And char like grill I hit scales like tarpons gill
The star on shield just make sure who you draft got skills
Skills, skills, skills
I kill, wak emcee's with my skills
Ya no frills, with no skill
Suckers tried to diss now they got to go
I rock any track, so don't play my
My style of Hip Hop wont fall or flip flop
Recognise the real, I got the skill for this
Introduce you to the sweet nature, got buge's in each chamber
My DJ is the demon on the wheels like speed racer
The sneaky street shaker no need to be stranger
And if you B flat we bump it up to C major
Unique on bleak acre hittin' bricks like I'm Mario
Strictly into pistacchio witness the impresario
Rip a tune like Banana Boat interview of my RDO
Dip you in the scenario every single bar I wrote
I jump the quote and put it to ya like a freckle
What's that cha say, take you to Anotha Level
Growin up from Mitcham way complete rebels
So what ya been up to Jack, sweet-f-all
Days I thought through them, game like court fusion
I aim to raise it high embrace the Lite I'm George Lucian
Phrases brought to them narrate the core movement
Now my lyrics heatin' up I let them Boyle like Susan
I'm as crowd efficient when out of vision on sound restriction
This is our decision, spending hours and thousands with it
Quick fix behind the Caltex, see how flooded the valve gets
That pounding in the back of the van, it ain't about sex
But damn it feel good to see people up on it
Unless they lack the skills they get eaten up on it
If the speaker's aren't modest let ya hi-fi chill
Defined by skill, I raise my voice high like Milk (Dee)
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, I got the skills
Skills like skills like bumpin' up scores
Skills like skills like cut the rug raw
Skills like skills like dunking I'm Jordan
Who got the skill who drop the real
Skills, skills, skills
I kill, wak emcee's with my skills
Ya no frills, with no skill
Suckers tried to diss now they got to go
I rock any track, so don't play my
My style of Hip Hop wont fall or flip flop
Recognise the real, I got the skill for this
Who got the skill (skills)
Who got the skill (skills)
Who got the skill (ya no frills)
Welcome to the chill vibe sapor, the feel fine caper
Drop the real like anchor, where my skill might take ya
Lone hillside wrangler no ill mic tangler
Throat kill like stranglers no frills like Franklins
In my blood like glucose, word up like kudos
Backyard in the mud summer sun where I grew those
Cos sinkers hit the buge's, drinkers hit the booze
Creepers hit the juice and the sleepers hit the snooze so
The momentum, so threatened, don't reckon
Stone steppin', snow leopard, slow kneckin'
Home threat in the possession, correction
The profession's, progression, no question
It's just a mental note but the expert levels are low
It used to be as high as the price that girls spend on clothes
The treason in stroke it needs to go you'll need to un-stow
Afraid some people need to know in order for them to grow
I take it back to Tivoli and barely fit in Jimmy Rowes
Beats would bang breakers belly swim at every show
To reach the stage, basics earn respect and bless the phone
Now the skills are runnin' rare in my section where did they go
It's a slow motion picture like a home loaners stint
To own their own quota fixtured on The Grove close to Mitcham
A syllabus description, the smarts they gotta pick up
These suicidal sinners disrespect the listener
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, I got the skills
Skills like skills like bumpin' up scores
Skills like skills like cut the rug raw
Skills like skills like dunking I'm Jordan
Who got the skill who drop the real
I got that full length about to drop in full length around the Oz
In full strength my album be a full length you bound to cop
But I ain't bound to cops my sounds a hot round of shots
Bounce and drop crowd the spot out the shop out of stock
Strict business sittin' back at your place
Beside the fact that I'm into it grinning jackin' the breaks
I'm sick of rappers that fake as if there passion was hate for this industry
I'm hittin' myself like graffin' the train
The motivation seems to be for fame to say the least
Got me sinking thinking if this air is safe to breathe
When you announce and ruin crowds enough to make em flee
I'm on the flip side like vinyl Traen will take you A to B
So let me take you for a trip on track, since a kid with my dad
I had them skills let them build then attack
All you need is the equipment and lab, it's just like swimming a lap
The skills flow like ink spill in the bag
I'm Popeye armed popping his meal, my arm stronger than Neil
I'll represent Clarke Kent and play the part by the wheel
Sharpen skill before you ask for deal
You get the message when impressions come in colour from the yard on steel
My art concealed then passed on like cars on wheels
Ain't jargon filled the bars hook like shark on reel
And char like grill I hit scales like tarpons gill
The star on shield just make sure who you draft got skills
Skills, skills, skills
I kill, wak emcee's with my skills
Ya no frills, with no skill
Suckers tried to diss now they got to go
I rock any track, so don't play my
My style of Hip Hop wont fall or flip flop
Recognise the real, I got the skill for this
Introduce you to the sweet nature, got buge's in each chamber
My DJ is the demon on the wheels like speed racer
The sneaky street shaker no need to be stranger
And if you B flat we bump it up to C major
Unique on bleak acre hittin' bricks like I'm Mario
Strictly into pistacchio witness the impresario
Rip a tune like Banana Boat interview of my RDO
Dip you in the scenario every single bar I wrote
I jump the quote and put it to ya like a freckle
What's that cha say, take you to Anotha Level
Growin up from Mitcham way complete rebels
So what ya been up to Jack, sweet-f-all
Days I thought through them, game like court fusion
I aim to raise it high embrace the Lite I'm George Lucian
Phrases brought to them narrate the core movement
Now my lyrics heatin' up I let them Boyle like Susan
I'm as crowd efficient when out of vision on sound restriction
This is our decision, spending hours and thousands with it
Quick fix behind the Caltex, see how flooded the valve gets
That pounding in the back of the van, it ain't about sex
But damn it feel good to see people up on it
Unless they lack the skills they get eaten up on it
If the speaker's aren't modest let ya hi-fi chill
Defined by skill, I raise my voice high like Milk (Dee)
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, Aint got the deals
Aint got the frills, I got the skills
Skills like skills like bumpin' up scores
Skills like skills like cut the rug raw
Skills like skills like dunking I'm Jordan
Who got the skill who drop the real
Skills, skills, skills
I kill, wak emcee's with my skills
Ya no frills, with no skill
Suckers tried to diss now they got to go
I rock any track, so don't play my
My style of Hip Hop wont fall or flip flop
Recognise the real, I got the skill for this
Writer: Stuart Dangerfield
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid