Extra Abstract Skillz Lyrics - Singles - Mad Skillz

[Extra P] 

We bout to bring em out 

We bout to bring em out 

A lot of niggaz in this rap world, come out, and dumb out 

Me, I bring the bassline and drum out 

Plus write scriptures, that bust bright pictures 

When Mad Skillz, ?Cool Reef Daddy? plus Tip 

just stepped inside the lab, to keep the Extra Skillz Ab 

You either true fat or cut the flab 

On the microphone hot it's Skillz before heat 

A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat 

And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of bread 

on your motherfuckin head! 

[Mad Skillz] 

Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin styles with perfections 

Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections 

I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap sewn 

Step on niggaz domes, leavin crews with Down's Syndrome 

I'm Skillz, ending out the Extra Abstract 

Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the back 

It's like that, that's the only way it'll be 

So if it gets said nigga, it got to be by me 

I represent V-A well, peace to the Cella Dwell 

Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was Denzel 

Who wanna come test and attempt to come near 

I shaked your puny record sales and end your career 

Lookie here, no need to get fly and shit 

In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC wanna die shit 

To your chest and watch the mic get ripped 

Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother Q-Tip 

[The Abstract] 

Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering sound* like the Doc Bruce Banner 

Hit you with a ray which is similar to Gamma 

Do you believe in miracles, ? 

like I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you 

What you need to do is get faith 

Take your spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher place 

Cause I'ma bring out, the Holy Ghost in niggaz 

in my lyrical church, and I be hostin niggaz, uh 

Submergin bodies in water, you know you oughta 

lose all the glitter and flash, and get raw ass 

I've been ordained by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop 

raw hoppin and the wack rappers reeling 

Chorus: Mad Skillz 

Who got the shit that make your wigs go back? 

Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract 

Who's packin shit to make your wigs go back? 

Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract 

Whose got the shit that make your wig go back? 

Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract 

Who got the shit that make your wig go back? 

Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ.. 

[Mad Skillz] 

Yo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane 

Body-snatchin MC's and pullin souls out the frame 

You know my name, V-A's invincible Mad Skillz 

Intoxicatin rappers like eight million Advils 

You comin black, bring your lyrics, fuck a gat 

Don't play, every real nigga in V-A got my back 

I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact 

You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll send your demo tape back 

Don't waste your time tryin to sound like me 

Nigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and just drown for me 

I take you back like the Ebony Island 

in the three twenty-five, with your fuckin wife freestylin 

Uh, like that 

Mad Skillz, Extra Abstract 

Keepin it real on the set 

Yeah, catchin wreck 

Yeah yeah we bout to blast off 

Mad Skillz bout to blast off 

Tribe Called Quest bout to blast off 

Large Professor bout to blast off 

All around just blastin off 

East coast, we bout to blast it off 

Down South gotta blast it off 

Uptown you gotta blast it off uh 

V-A you gotta blast it off