Mad Skillz - Extra Abstract Skillz Lyrics
[extra p]We bout to bring em outWe bout to bring em outA lot of niggaz in this rap world, come out, and dumb outMe, I bring the bassline and drum outPlus write scriptures, that bust bright picturesWhen mad skillz, ? cool reef daddy? plus tipJust stepped inside the lab, to keep the extra skillz abYou either true fat or cut the flabOn the microphone hot its skillz before heatA wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw beatAnd I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of breadOn your mother*****in head![mad skillz]Yeah, here comes that kid mad skillz rippin styles with perfectionsMakin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infectionsIm prone to rip microphones, keep rap sewnStep on niggaz domes, leavin crews with downs syndromeIm skillz, ending out the extra abstractGrinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the backIts like that, thats the only way itll beSo if it gets said nigga, it got to be by meI represent v-a well, peace to the cella dwellWashing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was denzelWho wanna come test and attempt to come nearI shaked your puny record sales and end your careerLookie here, no need to get fly and shitIn ninety-five, Im on sucka mc wanna die shitTo your chest and watch the mic get rippedMad skillz, extra p, and my brother q-tip[the abstract]Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering sound* like the doc bruce bannerHit you with a ray which is similar to gammaDo you believe in miracles, ?Like I believe in myself, but I dont believe in youWhat you need to do is get faithTake your spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher placeCause ima bring out, the holy ghost in niggazIn my lyrical church, and I be hostin niggaz, uhSubmergin bodies in water, you know you oughtaLose all the glitter and flash, and get raw assIve been ordained by the feeling, to keep the hip-hopRaw hoppin and the wack rappers reelingChorus: mad skillzWho got the shit that make your wigs go back?Yeah, we got the skillz that be extra abstractWhos packin shit to make your wigs go back?Yeah, we got the skillz that be extra abstractWhose got the shit that make your wig go back?Yeah, we got the skillz that be extra abstractWho 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 kaneBody-snatchin mcs and pullin souls out the frameYou know my name, v-as invincible mad skillzIntoxicatin rappers like eight million advilsYou comin black, bring your lyrics, ***** a gatDont play, every real nigga in v-a got my backI come strapped with lyrics and hooks intactYou aint gettin shit, virginiall send your demo tape backDont waste your time tryin to sound like meNigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and just drown for meI take you back like the ebony islandIn the three twenty-five, with your *****in wife freestylinUh, like thatMad skillz, extra abstractKeepin it real on the setYeah, catchin wreckYeah yeah we bout to blast offMad skillz bout to blast offTribe called quest bout to blast offLarge professor bout to blast offAll around just blastin offEast coast, we bout to blast it offDown south gotta blast it offUptown you gotta blast it off uhV-a you gotta blast it off
