[Extra P]
 We bout to bring em out
 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!

 [Mad Skillz]
 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 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 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

 [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, ?
 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

 Chorus: Mad Skillz

 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..

 [Mad 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, 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

 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