Extra Abstract Skillz

We 'bout to bring em out

We 'bout to bring em out

A lot of **** in this rap world come out and dumb out

Me I bring the bass line and drum out

Plus write scriptures that bust bright pictures

When Mad Skillz, Cool Reed 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 **** rhymin' kills a raw beat

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

On your motherfuckin' head

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 **** domes leaving crews with Downs 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, ****, it got to be by me

I represent VA well peace to the cella dwell

Washington's of rappers up like my first name was Denzel

Who want to 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 want to die shit

To your chest and watch the mic get ripped

Mad Skillz, Extra P and my brother Q-Tip

Like the Doc Bruce Banner

Hit you with a ray which is similar to gamma

Do you believe in miracles?

You know I fucking do

Like I believe in myself but I don't believe in you

What you need to do is get faith

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

'Cause I'ma bring out the Holy Ghost in ****

In my lyrical church and I be hosting ****

Submerging bodies in water you know you outta

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

Who got the shit that makes your wigs go back?

Yeah, we got the skillz that be extra abstract

Who's packing shit that makes your wigs go back?

Yeah we got the skillz that be extra abstract

Who's got the shit that makes your wig go back?

Yeah we got the skillz that be extra abstract

Who got the shit that makes your wig go back?

Yeah, we got the skillz

Yo check the status

I write madness like Sutter Kane

Body snatching MC's and pullin' souls out the frame

You know my name VA's invincible Mad Skillz

Intoxicating rappers like eight million Advils

You comin' black bring your lyrics fuck a gat

Don't play every real **** in VA got my back

I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact

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

Don't waste your time trying to sound like me

****, treat me like a sleeping life guard and just drown for me

I take you back like the Ebony Island

In the three-twenty-five with your fucking wife free-styling

Uh, like that

Mad Skillz Extra Abstract

Keepin' it real on the set

Yeah, catching 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

The east coast we 'bout to blast it off

Yeah, down south gotta blast it off

Uptown you gotta blast it off uh

VA you gotta blast it off