[Intro: Large Professor]
We bout to bring 'em out
We bout to bring 'em out

[Verse 1: Large Professor]
A lot of n***as 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 n***a rhymin', kills a raw beat
And I got both, bout to cook up a loaf of bread
On your motherfuckin' head

[Verse 2: Mad Skillz]
Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin' styles with perfections
Makin rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections (Aight)
I'm prone to rip microphones, keep rap sewn
Step on n***as 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 n***a, it got to be by me
I represent VA 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 '95, 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
[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
Huhuhuhuhuhuh... 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)
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 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 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

[Verse 4: 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, VA's invincible Mad Skillz
Intoxicatin' rappers like eight million Advils
You comin black, bring your lyrics, fuck a gat
Don't play, every real n***a in VA 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 tryna 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 fuckin wife freestylin'
[Outro: Mad Skillz]
Uh, like that
Mad Skillz, Extra Abstract
Keepin' it real on the set
Yeah, catchin' wreck
Yeah, yeah, we bout to blast off (Yeah)
Mad Skillz bout to blast off (Uh)
Tribe Called Quest bout to blast off (Uh)
Large Professor bout to blast off (Uh)
All around just blastin' off
The East Coast, we bout to blast it off, yeah
Down South gotta blast it off, yeah
Uptown, you gotta blast it off, uh
VA, you gotta blast it off