Extra Abstract Skillz

Mad Skillz

Composed by: J. Davis
[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
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