[{"id":31552059,"name":"Extra Abstract Skillz","trackName":"Extra Abstract Skillz","artistName":"Mad Skillz","albumName":"100 Greatest 90s Hip Hop","duration":199.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We 'bout to bring 'em out\nWe 'bout to bring 'em out\n\nA lot of niggas in this rap world come out\nDumb out, me? I bring the bassline and drum out\nPlus write scriptures that bust bright pictures\nWith Mad Skillz, Kool Reef Daddy plus Tip just\nStepped inside the lab to keep the Extra Skillz av\nYou either chew the fat or cut the flab\nOn the microphone, ha, it's Skillz before heat (Okay)\nA wack nigga rhymin' kills a raw beat\nAnd I got both, 'bout to cook up a loaf of bread\nOn your motherfuckin' head\n\nYeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin' styles with perfection\nMakin' rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections\nI'm prone to rip microphones, keep raps on\nStep on niggas' domes, leavin' crews with Down's Syndrome\nI'm Skillz, sendin' out the Extra Abstract\nGrindin' on nouns, hittin' verbs from the back\nIt's like that, that's the only way it'll be\nSo if it gets set, nigga, it got to be by me\nI represent VA well, peace to the Celadwell\nWashin' tons of rappers up like my first name was Denzel\nWho wanna contest and attempt to come near?\nI shaked ya from the record sales and end your career\nLooky here, no need to get fly and shit\nIn '95, I'm on some Sucker MC Wanna Die shit\nTo your chest and watch the mic get ripped\nMad Skillz, Extra P and my brother Q-Tip, uh\n\nHahahaha, like the doc Bruce Banner\nHit you with a ray which is similar to gamma\nDo you believe in miracles? You know I fuckin' do\nLike I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you\nWhat you need to do is get faith\nTake your spiritual out your body, put it in a higher place\n'Cause I'ma bring out the Holy Ghost in niggas\nIn my lyrical church and I be hostin' niggas\nUh, submergin' bodies in water, you know you oughta\nLose all the glitter and flash and get raw ass\nI been ordained by the feelin'\nTo keep the hip-hop world hoppin' and the wack rappers reelin'\n\nWho got the shit that make your wigs go back?\nYeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\nWho's packin' shit that make your wigs go back?\nYeah, we got the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\nWho's got the shit that make your wig go back?\nYeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\nWho's got the shit that make your wig go back?\nYeah, we got the Skillz\n\nYo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane\nBody snatchin' MCs and pullin' souls out the frame\nYou know my name, VA's invincible Mad Skillz\nIntoxicatin' rappers like eight million Advils\nYou comin', black? Bring your lyrics, fuck a gat\nDon't play, every real nigga in VA got my back\nI come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact\nYou ain't gettin' shit but dirty looks and your demo tape back\nDon't waste your time tryin' to sound like me\nNigga, treat me like a sleepin' lifeguard and just drown for me\nI take you back like the Ebony Island\nIn the 325 with your fuckin' wife freestylin'\n\nUh, like that\nWe got the Skillz, Extra Abstract\nKeepin' it real on the set\nWe got the Skillz, yeah, catchin' wreck\nYeah, yeah, we 'bout to blast off\nWe got the Skillz, Mad Skillz 'bout to blast off\nA Tribe Called Quest 'bout to blast off\nWe got the Skillz, Large Profess' about to blast off, uh\nAll around, just blastin' off\nWe got the Skillz, the East coast is 'bout to blast it off\nYeah, down south gotta blast it off\nWe got the Skillz, yeah, uptown, you gotta blast it off\nUh, VA, you gotta blast it off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Extra Abstract Skillz\n  artist: Mad Skillz\n  album: 100 Greatest 90s Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 199000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We 'bout to bring 'em out\n  We 'bout to bring 'em out\n\n  A lot of niggas in this rap world come out\n  Dumb out, me? I bring the bassline and drum out\n  Plus write scriptures that bust bright pictures\n  With Mad Skillz, Kool Reef Daddy plus Tip just\n  Stepped inside the lab to keep the Extra Skillz av\n  You either chew the fat or cut the flab\n  On the microphone, ha, it's Skillz before heat (Okay)\n  A wack nigga rhymin' kills a raw beat\n  And I got both, 'bout to cook up a loaf of bread\n  On your motherfuckin' head\n\n  Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin' styles with perfection\n  Makin' rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections\n  I'm prone to rip microphones, keep raps on\n  Step on niggas' domes, leavin' crews with Down's Syndrome\n  I'm Skillz, sendin' out the Extra Abstract\n  Grindin' on nouns, hittin' verbs from the back\n  It's like that, that's the only way it'll be\n  So if it gets set, nigga, it got to be by me\n  I represent VA well, peace to the Celadwell\n  Washin' tons of rappers up like my first name was Denzel\n  Who wanna contest and attempt to come near?\n  I shaked ya from the record sales and end your career\n  Looky here, no need to get fly and shit\n  In '95, I'm on some Sucker MC Wanna Die shit\n  To your chest and watch the mic get ripped\n  Mad Skillz, Extra P and my brother Q-Tip, uh\n\n  Hahahaha, like the doc Bruce Banner\n  Hit you with a ray which is similar to gamma\n  Do you believe in miracles? You know I fuckin' do\n  Like I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you\n  What you need to do is get faith\n  Take your spiritual out your body, put it in a higher place\n  'Cause I'ma bring out the Holy Ghost in niggas\n  In my lyrical church and I be hostin' niggas\n  Uh, submergin' bodies in water, you know you oughta\n  Lose all the glitter and flash and get raw ass\n  I been ordained by the feelin'\n  To keep the hip-hop world hoppin' and the wack rappers reelin'\n\n  Who got the shit that make your wigs go back?\n  Yeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\n  Who's packin' shit that make your wigs go back?\n  Yeah, we got the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\n  Who's got the shit that make your wig go back?\n  Yeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\n  Who's got the shit that make your wig go back?\n  Yeah, we got the Skillz\n\n  Yo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane\n  Body snatchin' MCs and pullin' souls out the frame\n  You know my name, VA's invincible Mad Skillz\n  Intoxicatin' rappers like eight million Advils\n  You comin', black? Bring your lyrics, fuck a gat\n  Don't play, every real nigga in VA got my back\n  I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact\n  You ain't gettin' shit but dirty looks and your demo tape back\n  Don't waste your time tryin' to sound like me\n  Nigga, treat me like a sleepin' lifeguard and just drown for me\n  I take you back like the Ebony Island\n  In the 325 with your fuckin' wife freestylin'\n\n  Uh, like that\n  We got the Skillz, Extra Abstract\n  Keepin' it real on the set\n  We got the Skillz, yeah, catchin' wreck\n  Yeah, yeah, we 'bout to blast off\n  We got the Skillz, Mad Skillz 'bout to blast off\n  A Tribe Called Quest 'bout to blast off\n  We got the Skillz, Large Profess' about to blast off, uh\n  All around, just blastin' off\n  We got the Skillz, the East coast is 'bout to blast it off\n  Yeah, down south gotta blast it off\n  We got the Skillz, yeah, uptown, you gotta blast it off\n  Uh, VA, you gotta blast it off\n"},{"id":27021659,"name":"Extra Abstract Skillz","trackName":"Extra Abstract Skillz","artistName":"Mad Skillz","albumName":"From Where???","duration":194.76898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We 'bout to bring 'em out\nWe 'bout to bring 'em out\n\nA lot of niggas in this rap world come out\nDumb out, me? I bring the bassline and drum out\nPlus write scriptures that bust bright pictures\nWith Mad Skillz, Kool Reef Daddy plus Tip just\nStepped inside the lab to keep the Extra Skillz av\nYou either chew the fat or cut the flab\nOn the microphone, ha, it's Skillz before heat (Okay)\nA wack nigga rhymin' kills a raw beat\nAnd I got both, 'bout to cook up a loaf of bread\nOn your motherfuckin' head\n\nYeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin' styles with perfection\nMakin' rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections\nI'm prone to rip microphones, keep raps on\nStep on niggas' domes, leavin' crews with Down's Syndrome\nI'm Skillz, sendin' out the Extra Abstract\nGrindin' on nouns, hittin' verbs from the back\nIt's like that, that's the only way it'll be\nSo if it gets set, nigga, it got to be by me\nI represent VA well, peace to the Celadwell\nWashin' tons of rappers up like my first name was Denzel\nWho wanna contest and attempt to come near?\nI shaked ya from the record sales and end your career\nLooky here, no need to get fly and shit\nIn '95, I'm on some Sucker MC Wanna Die shit\nTo your chest and watch the mic get ripped\nMad Skillz, Extra P and my brother Q-Tip, uh\n\nHahahaha, like the doc Bruce Banner\nHit you with a ray which is similar to gamma\nDo you believe in miracles? You know I fuckin' do\nLike I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you\nWhat you need to do is get faith\nTake your spiritual out your body, put it in a higher place\n'Cause I'ma bring out the Holy Ghost in niggas\nIn my lyrical church and I be hostin' niggas\nUh, submergin' bodies in water, you know you oughta\nLose all the glitter and flash and get raw ass\nI been ordained by the feelin'\nTo keep the hip-hop world hoppin' and the wack rappers reelin'\n\nWho got the shit that make your wigs go back?\nYeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\nWho's packin' shit that make your wigs go back?\nYeah, we got the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\nWho's got the shit that make your wig go back?\nYeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\nWho's got the shit that make your wig go back?\nYeah, we got the Skillz\n\nYo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane\nBody snatchin' MCs and pullin' souls out the frame\nYou know my name, VA's invincible Mad Skillz\nIntoxicatin' rappers like eight million Advils\nYou comin', black? Bring your lyrics, fuck a gat\nDon't play, every real nigga in VA got my back\nI come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact\nYou ain't gettin' shit but dirty looks and your demo tape back\nDon't waste your time tryin' to sound like me\nNigga, treat me like a sleepin' lifeguard and just drown for me\nI take you back like the Ebony Island\nIn the 325 with your fuckin' wife freestylin'\n\nUh, like that\nWe got the Skillz, Extra Abstract\nKeepin' it real on the set\nWe got the Skillz, yeah, catchin' wreck\nYeah, yeah, we 'bout to blast off\nWe got the Skillz, Mad Skillz 'bout to blast off\nA Tribe Called Quest 'bout to blast off\nWe got the Skillz, Large Profess' about to blast off, uh\nAll around, just blastin' off\nWe got the Skillz, the East coast is 'bout to blast it off\nYeah, down south gotta blast it off\nWe got the Skillz, yeah, uptown, you gotta blast it off\nUh, VA, you gotta blast it off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Extra Abstract Skillz\n  artist: Mad Skillz\n  album: From Where???\n  duration_ms: 194769\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We 'bout to bring 'em out\n  We 'bout to bring 'em out\n\n  A lot of niggas in this rap world come out\n  Dumb out, me? I bring the bassline and drum out\n  Plus write scriptures that bust bright pictures\n  With Mad Skillz, Kool Reef Daddy plus Tip just\n  Stepped inside the lab to keep the Extra Skillz av\n  You either chew the fat or cut the flab\n  On the microphone, ha, it's Skillz before heat (Okay)\n  A wack nigga rhymin' kills a raw beat\n  And I got both, 'bout to cook up a loaf of bread\n  On your motherfuckin' head\n\n  Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin' styles with perfection\n  Makin' rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections\n  I'm prone to rip microphones, keep raps on\n  Step on niggas' domes, leavin' crews with Down's Syndrome\n  I'm Skillz, sendin' out the Extra Abstract\n  Grindin' on nouns, hittin' verbs from the back\n  It's like that, that's the only way it'll be\n  So if it gets set, nigga, it got to be by me\n  I represent VA well, peace to the Celadwell\n  Washin' tons of rappers up like my first name was Denzel\n  Who wanna contest and attempt to come near?\n  I shaked ya from the record sales and end your career\n  Looky here, no need to get fly and shit\n  In '95, I'm on some Sucker MC Wanna Die shit\n  To your chest and watch the mic get ripped\n  Mad Skillz, Extra P and my brother Q-Tip, uh\n\n  Hahahaha, like the doc Bruce Banner\n  Hit you with a ray which is similar to gamma\n  Do you believe in miracles? You know I fuckin' do\n  Like I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you\n  What you need to do is get faith\n  Take your spiritual out your body, put it in a higher place\n  'Cause I'ma bring out the Holy Ghost in niggas\n  In my lyrical church and I be hostin' niggas\n  Uh, submergin' bodies in water, you know you oughta\n  Lose all the glitter and flash and get raw ass\n  I been ordained by the feelin'\n  To keep the hip-hop world hoppin' and the wack rappers reelin'\n\n  Who got the shit that make your wigs go back?\n  Yeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\n  Who's packin' shit that make your wigs go back?\n  Yeah, we got the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\n  Who's got the shit that make your wig go back?\n  Yeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\n  Who's got the shit that make your wig go back?\n  Yeah, we got the Skillz\n\n  Yo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane\n  Body snatchin' MCs and pullin' souls out the frame\n  You know my name, VA's invincible Mad Skillz\n  Intoxicatin' rappers like eight million Advils\n  You comin', black? Bring your lyrics, fuck a gat\n  Don't play, every real nigga in VA got my back\n  I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact\n  You ain't gettin' shit but dirty looks and your demo tape back\n  Don't waste your time tryin' to sound like me\n  Nigga, treat me like a sleepin' lifeguard and just drown for me\n  I take you back like the Ebony Island\n  In the 325 with your fuckin' wife freestylin'\n\n  Uh, like that\n  We got the Skillz, Extra Abstract\n  Keepin' it real on the set\n  We got the Skillz, yeah, catchin' wreck\n  Yeah, yeah, we 'bout to blast off\n  We got the Skillz, Mad Skillz 'bout to blast off\n  A Tribe Called Quest 'bout to blast off\n  We got the Skillz, Large Profess' about to blast off, uh\n  All around, just blastin' off\n  We got the Skillz, the East coast is 'bout to blast it off\n  Yeah, down south gotta blast it off\n  We got the Skillz, yeah, uptown, you gotta blast it off\n  Uh, VA, you gotta blast it off\n"},{"id":25579176,"name":"Extra Abstract Skillz","trackName":"Extra Abstract Skillz","artistName":"Mad Skillz","albumName":"100 Greatest 90s Hip Hop","duration":195.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We 'bout to bring 'em out\nWe 'bout to bring 'em out\n\nA lot of niggas in this rap world come out\nDumb out, me? I bring the bassline and drum out\nPlus write scriptures that bust bright pictures\nWith Mad Skillz, Kool Reef Daddy plus Tip just\nStepped inside the lab to keep the Extra Skillz av\nYou either chew the fat or cut the flab\nOn the microphone, ha, it's Skillz before heat (Okay)\nA wack nigga rhymin' kills a raw beat\nAnd I got both, 'bout to cook up a loaf of bread\nOn your motherfuckin' head\n\nYeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin' styles with perfection\nMakin' rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections\nI'm prone to rip microphones, keep raps on\nStep on niggas' domes, leavin' crews with Down's Syndrome\nI'm Skillz, sendin' out the Extra Abstract\nGrindin' on nouns, hittin' verbs from the back\nIt's like that, that's the only way it'll be\nSo if it gets set, nigga, it got to be by me\nI represent VA well, peace to the Celadwell\nWashin' tons of rappers up like my first name was Denzel\nWho wanna contest and attempt to come near?\nI shaked ya from the record sales and end your career\nLooky here, no need to get fly and shit\nIn '95, I'm on some Sucker MC Wanna Die shit\nTo your chest and watch the mic get ripped\nMad Skillz, Extra P and my brother Q-Tip, uh\n\nHahahaha, like the doc Bruce Banner\nHit you with a ray which is similar to gamma\nDo you believe in miracles? You know I fuckin' do\nLike I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you\nWhat you need to do is get faith\nTake your spiritual out your body, put it in a higher place\n'Cause I'ma bring out the Holy Ghost in niggas\nIn my lyrical church and I be hostin' niggas\nUh, submergin' bodies in water, you know you oughta\nLose all the glitter and flash and get raw ass\nI been ordained by the feelin'\nTo keep the hip-hop world hoppin' and the wack rappers reelin'\n\nWho got the shit that make your wigs go back?\nYeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\nWho's packin' shit that make your wigs go back?\nYeah, we got the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\nWho's got the shit that make your wig go back?\nYeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\nWho's got the shit that make your wig go back?\nYeah, we got the Skillz\n\nYo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane\nBody snatchin' MCs and pullin' souls out the frame\nYou know my name, VA's invincible Mad Skillz\nIntoxicatin' rappers like eight million Advils\nYou comin', black? Bring your lyrics, fuck a gat\nDon't play, every real nigga in VA got my back\nI come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact\nYou ain't gettin' shit but dirty looks and your demo tape back\nDon't waste your time tryin' to sound like me\nNigga, treat me like a sleepin' lifeguard and just drown for me\nI take you back like the Ebony Island\nIn the 325 with your fuckin' wife freestylin'\n\nUh, like that\nWe got the Skillz, Extra Abstract\nKeepin' it real on the set\nWe got the Skillz, yeah, catchin' wreck\nYeah, yeah, we 'bout to blast off\nWe got the Skillz, Mad Skillz 'bout to blast off\nA Tribe Called Quest 'bout to blast off\nWe got the Skillz, Large Profess' about to blast off, uh\nAll around, just blastin' off\nWe got the Skillz, the East coast is 'bout to blast it off\nYeah, down south gotta blast it off\nWe got the Skillz, yeah, uptown, you gotta blast it off\nUh, VA, you gotta blast it off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Extra Abstract Skillz\n  artist: Mad Skillz\n  album: 100 Greatest 90s Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 195000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We 'bout to bring 'em out\n  We 'bout to bring 'em out\n\n  A lot of niggas in this rap world come out\n  Dumb out, me? I bring the bassline and drum out\n  Plus write scriptures that bust bright pictures\n  With Mad Skillz, Kool Reef Daddy plus Tip just\n  Stepped inside the lab to keep the Extra Skillz av\n  You either chew the fat or cut the flab\n  On the microphone, ha, it's Skillz before heat (Okay)\n  A wack nigga rhymin' kills a raw beat\n  And I got both, 'bout to cook up a loaf of bread\n  On your motherfuckin' head\n\n  Yeah, here comes that kid Mad Skillz rippin' styles with perfection\n  Makin' rappers uncomfortable like they had yeast infections\n  I'm prone to rip microphones, keep raps on\n  Step on niggas' domes, leavin' crews with Down's Syndrome\n  I'm Skillz, sendin' out the Extra Abstract\n  Grindin' on nouns, hittin' verbs from the back\n  It's like that, that's the only way it'll be\n  So if it gets set, nigga, it got to be by me\n  I represent VA well, peace to the Celadwell\n  Washin' tons of rappers up like my first name was Denzel\n  Who wanna contest and attempt to come near?\n  I shaked ya from the record sales and end your career\n  Looky here, no need to get fly and shit\n  In '95, I'm on some Sucker MC Wanna Die shit\n  To your chest and watch the mic get ripped\n  Mad Skillz, Extra P and my brother Q-Tip, uh\n\n  Hahahaha, like the doc Bruce Banner\n  Hit you with a ray which is similar to gamma\n  Do you believe in miracles? You know I fuckin' do\n  Like I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you\n  What you need to do is get faith\n  Take your spiritual out your body, put it in a higher place\n  'Cause I'ma bring out the Holy Ghost in niggas\n  In my lyrical church and I be hostin' niggas\n  Uh, submergin' bodies in water, you know you oughta\n  Lose all the glitter and flash and get raw ass\n  I been ordained by the feelin'\n  To keep the hip-hop world hoppin' and the wack rappers reelin'\n\n  Who got the shit that make your wigs go back?\n  Yeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\n  Who's packin' shit that make your wigs go back?\n  Yeah, we got the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\n  Who's got the shit that make your wig go back?\n  Yeah, we pack the Skillz that be Extra Abstract\n  Who's got the shit that make your wig go back?\n  Yeah, we got the Skillz\n\n  Yo, check the status, I write madness like Sutter Kane\n  Body snatchin' MCs and pullin' souls out the frame\n  You know my name, VA's invincible Mad Skillz\n  Intoxicatin' rappers like eight million Advils\n  You comin', black? Bring your lyrics, fuck a gat\n  Don't play, every real nigga in VA got my back\n  I come strapped with lyrics and hooks intact\n  You ain't gettin' shit but dirty looks and your demo tape back\n  Don't waste your time tryin' to sound like me\n  Nigga, treat me like a sleepin' lifeguard and just drown for me\n  I take you back like the Ebony Island\n  In the 325 with your fuckin' wife freestylin'\n\n  Uh, like that\n  We got the Skillz, Extra Abstract\n  Keepin' it real on the set\n  We got the Skillz, yeah, catchin' wreck\n  Yeah, yeah, we 'bout to blast off\n  We got the Skillz, Mad Skillz 'bout to blast off\n  A Tribe Called Quest 'bout to blast off\n  We got the Skillz, Large Profess' about to blast off, uh\n  All around, just blastin' off\n  We got the Skillz, the East coast is 'bout to blast it off\n  Yeah, down south gotta blast it off\n  We got the Skillz, yeah, uptown, you gotta blast it off\n  Uh, VA, you gotta blast it off\n"}]