Mad Skillz

Mad Skillz - All In It lyrics

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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 fuckin fans

And man listen that's a pity

That shit 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

[Guru] "Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it"

Breakin down tracks the beats get diminished

[Guru] "Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it"

Rhymes designed to be in the book of Guinness

[Guru] "Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it"

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

Bitch-ass niggaz should know that they done messed up - why?

I'm pullin skirts bras and girdles and motherfuckin 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?

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