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Текст (слова) песни: Mad Skillz - All In It

[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
"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 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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