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Verse 1
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!
Verse 2
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 want to 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
want to die shit
To your chest and watch
the mic get ripped
Mad Skillz, Extra P,
and my brother Q- Tip
Verse 3
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
Who got the shit that make your wigs go back?
Verse 4
Fm
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
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..
Verse 5
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
Verse 6
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
Uptown you gotta blast it off uh
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