All In It lyrics

Artist  : Mad Skillz 
Song : All In It



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 [Mad Skillz]
No doubt
Mad Skillz for the nine-five shot son
Yeah.. forever people wreckin shit, uh-huh

Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Skillz the
mic freaker
The cordless technician ill breakbeat seeker
You're feelin weaker, when I begin to come in
Wack MC's are like abortions, cause I ain't havin
none of them
So break it down for me I can't understand
Nowadays you got more rappers than you got f**kin
fans
And man listen that's a pity
That sh*t wouldn't come off the shelves if a
earthquake hit the city
If they ain't pullin blunts, they pullin triggers
I'm gettin tired of DJ Nobody and MC New Nigga
Huh, I start cyphers for self in dark alleys
I wreck shows lovely cause I got nine
personalities
I kick the real on ear-woundin tracks
Your first mistake was, 'Man niggaz from Virginia
can't rap'
Yeah whatever - where I'm from, mics be gettin
dented
Give me a fly beat, and I'm all in it, yeah

[Chorus]
Straight up skills, no time for gimmicks
'Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it' -> Guru
Breakin down tracks the beats get diminished
'Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it' -> Guru
Rhymes designed to be in the book of Guinness
'Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it' -> Guru
Yo son where I'm from yo mics be gettin dented
{*scratched: 'I'm all in it'*}

[Mad Skillz]
Never fakin jacks, just makin tracks when I set
it
Uhh - battle odds are betted, don't sweat it,
MC's leave beheaded
What?  I'm on some sit back, relax shit
Some never leave my house without a (?) max and
count green stacks shit
It's ninety-five, you know what I mean yo
'Yo Skillz what you doin?'  Son I'm tryin to get
dough
The paper raper, yeah flatline massager
Don't worry cause MC's see me blurry like Roger
Thomas
without his glasses - momma, I can't breathe
 
I'm fat and black, I squeeze the life outta MC's
So please, keep your style in your grab bag
Rappers step up and get sent back like a shag
What?  I chills on the real side
Chickenheads crossin the street tryin to hit the
Mad Skillz side
Light and G's get cut off when I'm finished
Give me some fly beats and I'm all in it, yeah

[Chorus]

[Mad Skillz]
Admit it, I'm all in it, quotes are all in
When it comes to beats yo I'm swim through 'em
like frogmen
I take basslines in my veins, so refrain
from poppin anythang that make me wanna tear you
out your frame
Yeah, things have changed but it's all real over
here
What?  Eargasmic styles havin sex with your ears
Yeah, I leave crews in debt
Cause ain't nothin like a fat loop that a brother
ain't use yet
Whose set to rock raps raunchy and raw - yeah
I like my beats pretty like Chante Moore, now
check it
Constructin raps like erector sets
Artifacts flexed the tech', now I'm next to wreck
Bit*h-ass niggaz should know that they done
messed up - why?
I'm pullin skirts bras and girdles and
motherf**kin dresses up
Beat(?) society, oh I dogs 'em, I'm a menace
This track was fly, I was fly, you was all in it,
yeah

[Chorus]
Straight up skills, no time for gimmicks, yeah,
yeah
'Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it' -> Guru
Yeah breakin down beats the tracks get diminished
'Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it' -> Guru
Uh-huh, rhymes designed to be in the book of
Guinness
'Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it' -> Guru
I'm from V.A., nigga what?  Mics get dented
{*scratched: 'I'm all in it'*}

[Mad Skillz]
Yeah
Like that, like that y'all
Like that y'all, like that y'all
Uhh, uhh, like that y'all
DJ Riz y'knahmsayin?