All In It

Lyrics

[Intro] No doubt Mad Skillz for the '9-5 shot, son Yeah Forever People wreckin' shit (Uh-huh) [Verse 1] 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 MCs 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, niggas 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 [Hook] 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) [Verse 2] Never fakin' jax, just makin tracks when I set it (Uh) 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 doubt max and count green stacks shit It's '95, 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 MCs get cut off when I'm finished Give me some fly beats and I'm all in it, yeah [Hook] 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) [Verse 3] 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 Chanté Moore, now check it Constructin raps like erector sets Artifacts flexed the tech', now I'm next to wreck Bitch-ass niggas 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 [Hook] Straight up skills, no time for gimmicks, yeah, yeah (Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it) Yeah breakin down beats the tracks get diminished (Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it) (Uh-huh) Rhymes designed to be in the book of Guinness (Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it) I'm from V.A., nigga what? Mics get dented (Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it) [Outro] Yeah (Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it) Like that, like that y'all Like that y'all (Gimme a fly beat, and I'm all in it) Uh, like that y'all DJ Riz, y'knahmsayin?