🎵

All in It

Album: From Where??? Durasi: 4:26

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 break beat seeker

You're feelin' weaker, when I begin to come in

Whack emcees 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

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

Breakin' down tracks the beats get diminished

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

Rhymes designed to be in the book of Guinness

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

Yo son where I'm from yo mics be gettin' dented

("I'm all in it"*)

Never fakin' jacks, just makin' tracks when I set it

Uh, battle odds are betted, don't sweat it, emcees 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 flat line massager

Don't worry 'cause emcees see me blurry like Roger Thomas

Without his glasses, momma, I can't breathe

I'm fat and black, I squeeze the life outta emcees

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

Chicken heads 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]

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 bass lines in my veins, so refrain

From poppin' anything that make me want to 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]

Yeah

Like that, like that y'all

Like that y'all, like that y'all

Uh, uh, like that y'all

DJ Riz ya know what I'm sayin'?