[Verse 1: Extra P]
We bout to bring em out
We bout to bring em out
A lot of n***as in this rap world, come out, and dumb out
Me, I bring the ba**line and drum out
Plus write scriptures, that bust bright pictures
When Mad Sk**z, Cool Reef Daddy plus Tip
Just stepped inside the lab, to keep the Extra Sk**z Ab
You either true fat or cut the flab
On the microphone hot it's Sk**z before heat
A wack n***a rhymin, k**s a raw beat
And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of bread
On your motherf**in head!
[Verse 2: Mad Sk**z]
Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Sk**z rippin styles with perfections
Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections
I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
Step on n***as domes, leavin crews with Down's Syndrome
I'm Sk**z, 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 n***a, 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 sh**
In ninety-five, I'm on s**a MC wanna die sh**
To your chest and watch the mic get ripped
Mad Sk**z, Extra P, and my brother Q-Tip
[Verse 3: 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'mma bring out, the Holy Ghost in n***as
In my lyrical church, and I be hostin n***as, uh
Submergin bodies in water, you know you oughta
Lose all the glitter and flash, and get raw a**
I've been ordained by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop
Raw hoppin and the wack rappers reeling
[Hook: Mad Sk**z]
Who got the sh** that make your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract
Who's packin sh** to make your wigs go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract
Whose got the sh** that make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract
Who got the sh** that make your wig go back?
Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
[Verse 4: Mad Sk**z]
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 Sk**z
Intoxicatin rappers like eight million Advils
You comin black, bring your lyrics, f** a gat
Don't play, every real n***a in V-A got my back
I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact
You ain't gettin sh**, Virginia'll send your demo tape back
Don't waste your time tryin to sound like me
n***a 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 f**in wife freestylin
[Outro: Mad Sk**z]
Uh, like that
Mad Sk**z, Extra Abstract
Keepin it real on the set
Yeah, catchin wreck
Yeah yeah we bout to blast off
Mad Sk**z 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