We 'bout to bring 'em out
We 'bout to bring 'em out
A lot of niggas in this rap world come out
Dumb out, me? I bring the bassline and drum out
Plus write scriptures that bust bright pictures
With Mad Skillz, Kool Reef Daddy plus Tip just
Stepped inside the lab to keep the Extra Skillz av
You either chew the fat or cut the flab
On the microphone, ha, it's Skillz before heat (Okay)
A wack nigga 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 perfection
Makin' rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections
I'm prone to rip microphones, keep raps on
Step on niggas' domes, leavin' crews with Down's Syndrome
I'm Skillz, sendin' out the Extra Abstract
Grindin' on nouns, hittin' verbs from the back
It's like that, that's the only way it'll be
So if it gets set, nigga, it got to be by me
I represent VA well, peace to the Celadwell
Washin' tons of rappers up like my first name was Denzel
Who wanna contest and attempt to come near?
I shaked ya from the record sales and end your career
Looky here, no need to get fly and shit
In '95, I'm on some Sucker MC Wanna Die shit
To your chest and watch the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P and my brother Q-Tip, uh
Hahahaha, 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 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 been ordained by the feelin'
To keep the hip-hop world hoppin' and the wack rappers reelin'
Who got the shit that make your wigs go back?
Yeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract
Who's packin' shit that make your wigs go back?
Yeah, we got the Skillz that be Extra Abstract
Who's got the shit that make your wig go back?
Yeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract
Who's got the shit that make your wig go back?
Yeah, we got the Skillz
Yo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane
Body snatchin' MCs 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 tryin' to sound like me
Nigga, treat me like a sleepin' lifeguard and just drown for me
I take you back like the Ebony Island
In the 325 with your fuckin' wife freestylin'
Uh, like that
We got the Skillz, Extra Abstract
Keepin' it real on the set
We got the Skillz, yeah, catchin' wreck
Yeah, yeah, we 'bout to blast off
We got the Skillz, Mad Skillz 'bout to blast off
A Tribe Called Quest 'bout to blast off
We got the Skillz, Large Profess' about to blast off, uh
All around, just blastin' off
We got the Skillz, the East coast is 'bout to blast it off
Yeah, down south gotta blast it off
We got the Skillz, yeah, uptown, you gotta blast it off
Uh, VA, you gotta blast it off