Skillz, Large Professor, Q-Tip - Extra Abstract Skillz lyrics

We bout to bring em out
We bout to bring em out
A lot of niggas 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!

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 niggas 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

Huhuhuhuhuhuh shuddering sound 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'mma 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've been ordained by the feeling
To keep the Hip-Hop
Raw hoppin and the wack rappers reeling

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

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 but dirty looks
And 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