Sk**z - All In It lyrics

[Mad Sk**z] No doubt Mad Sk**z for the nine-five shot son Yeah.. forever people wreckin sh**, uh-huh Get closer to your speaker, it's Mad Sk**z 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**in fans And man listen that's a pity That sh** 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 n***a 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 n***az 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 sk**s, 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 Sk**z] 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 sh** Some never leave my house without a (?) max and count green stacks sh** It's ninety-five, you know what I mean yo "Yo Sk**z what you doin?" Son I'm tryin to get dough The paper raper, yeah flatline ma**ager Don't worry cause MC's see me blurry like Roger Thomas without his gla**es - 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 Sk**z 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 Sk**z] 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 ba**lines 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 s** 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 b**h-a** n***az should know that they done messed up - why? I'm pullin skirts bras and girdles and motherf**in 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 sk**s, 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., n***a what? Mics get dented {*scratched: "I'm all in it"*} [Mad Sk**z] 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?