Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Extra Abstract Skillz, artist - Mad Skillz. Album song From Where???, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Extra Abstract Skillz |
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 |