Extra Abstract Skillz

Lyrics

[Intro: Large Professor] We bout to bring 'em out We bout to bring 'em out [Verse 1: Large Professor] A lot of niggas 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 [Verse 2: Mad Skillz] Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin' styles with perfections Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections (Aight) I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap sewn Step on niggas 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 VA 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 '95, 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 [Verse 3: Q-Tip] Huhuhuhuhuhuh... like the Doc Bruce Banner Hit you with a ray which is similar to Gamma Do you believe in miracles? You know I fuckin' do Like I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you (What) 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 niggas In my lyrical church, and I be hostin' niggas, 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 [Verse 4: 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, VA'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 VA got my back I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact You ain't gettin' shit but dirty looks and your demo tape back Don't waste your time tryna 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' [Outro: Mad Skillz] Uh, like that Mad Skillz, Extra Abstract Keepin' it real on the set Yeah, catchin' wreck Yeah, yeah, we bout to blast off (Yeah) Mad Skillz bout to blast off (Uh) Tribe Called Quest bout to blast off (Uh) Large Professor bout to blast off (Uh) All around just blastin' off The East Coast, we bout to blast it off, yeah Down South gotta blast it off, yeah Uptown, you gotta blast it off, uh VA, you gotta blast it off