Tom Coyne - Extra Abstract Sk**z lyrics

[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? You know I f**in' 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 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** but dirty looks and 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