[Extra P]
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We bout to bring em out
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We bout to bring em out
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A lot of niggaz in this rap world, come out, and dumb out
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Me, I bring the bassline and drum out
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Plus write scriptures, that bust bright pictures
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When Mad Skillz, ?Cool Reef Daddy? plus Tip
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just stepped inside the lab, to keep the Extra Skillz Ab
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You either true fat or cut the flab
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On the microphone hot it's Skillz before heat
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A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat
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And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of bread
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on your motherfuckin head!
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[Mad Skillz]
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Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin styles with perfections
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Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections
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I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
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Step on niggaz domes, leavin crews with Down's Syndrome
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I'm Skillz, ending out the Extra Abstract
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Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the back
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It's like that, that's the only way it'll be
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So if it gets said nigga, it got to be by me
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I represent V-A well, peace to the Cella Dwell
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Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was Denzel
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Who wanna come test and attempt to come near
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I shaked your puny record sales and end your career
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Lookie here, no need to get fly and shit
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In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC wanna die shit
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To your chest and watch the mic get ripped
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Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother Q-Tip
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[The Abstract]
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Huhuhuhuhuhuh *shuddering sound* like the Doc Bruce Banner
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Hit you with a ray which is similar to Gamma
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Do you believe in miracles, ?
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like I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you
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What you need to do is get faith
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Take your spiritual, out your body, put it in a higher place
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Cause I'ma bring out, the Holy Ghost in niggaz
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in my lyrical church, and I be hostin niggaz, uh
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Submergin bodies in water, you know you oughta
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lose all the glitter and flash, and get raw ass
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I've been ordained by the feeling, to keep the hip-hop
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raw hoppin and the wack rappers reeling
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Chorus: Mad Skillz
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Who got the shit that make your wigs go back?
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Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract
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Who's packin shit to make your wigs go back?
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Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract
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Whose got the shit that make your wig go back?
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Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ that be Extra Abstract
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Who got the shit that make your wig go back?
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Yeah, WE GOT THE SKILLZ..
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[Mad Skillz]
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Yo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane
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Body-snatchin MC's and pullin souls out the frame
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You know my name, V-A's invincible Mad Skillz
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Intoxicatin rappers like eight million Advils
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You comin black, bring your lyrics, fuck a gat
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Don't play, every real nigga in V-A got my back
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I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact
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You ain't gettin shit, Virginia'll send your demo tape back
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Don't waste your time tryin to sound like me
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Nigga treat me like a sleeping lifeguard and just drown for me
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I take you back like the Ebony Island
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in the three twenty-five, with your fuckin wife freestylin
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Uh, like that
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Mad Skillz, Extra Abstract
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Keepin it real on the set
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Yeah, catchin wreck
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Yeah yeah we bout to blast off
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Mad Skillz bout to blast off
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Tribe Called Quest bout to blast off
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Large Professor bout to blast off
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All around just blastin off
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East coast, we bout to blast it off
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Down South gotta blast it off
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Uptown you gotta blast it off uh
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V-A you gotta blast it off
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Extra Abstract Skillz
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Mad Skillz |