"All in It" as written by Shawn Jones and Donnie Lewis....
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'?


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"All in It" as written by Donnie Ray Lewis Christopher E. Martin

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