| No doubt
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| Mad Skillz for the nine-five shot son
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| Yeah. |
| forever people wreckin shit, uh-huh
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| Get closer to your speaker, it’s Mad Skillz the mic freaker
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| The cordless technician ill breakbeat seeker
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| You’re feelin weaker, when I begin to come in
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| Wack MC’s are like abortions, cause I ain’t havin none of them
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| So break it down for me I can’t understand
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| Nowadays you got more rappers than you got fuckin fans
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| And man listen that’s a pity
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| That shit wouldn’t come off the shelves if a earthquake hit the city
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| If they ain’t pullin blunts, they pullin triggers
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| I’m gettin tired of DJ Nobody and MC New Nigga
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| Huh, I start cyphers for self in dark alleys
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| I wreck shows lovely cause I got nine personalities
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| I kick the real on ear-woundin tracks
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| Your first mistake was, «Man niggas from Virginia can’t rap»
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| Yeah whatever — where I’m from, mics be gettin dented
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| Give me a fly beat, and I’m all in it, yeah
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| Straight up skills, no time for gimmicks
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| «Gimme a fly beat, and I’m all in it» -] Guru
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| Breakin down tracks the beats get diminished
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| «Gimme a fly beat, and I’m all in it» -] Guru
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| Rhymes designed to be in the book of Guinness
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| «Gimme a fly beat, and I’m all in it» -] Guru
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| Yo son where I’m from yo mics be gettin dented
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| Never fakin jacks, just makin tracks when I set it
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| Uhh — battle odds are betted, don’t sweat it, MC’s leave beheaded
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| What? |
| I’m on some sit back, relax shit
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| Some never leave my house without a (?) max and count green stacks shit
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| It’s ninety-five, you know what I mean yo
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| «Yo Skillz what you doin?» |
| Son I’m tryin to get dough
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| The paper raper, yeah flatline massager
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| Don’t worry cause MC’s see me blurry like Roger Thomas
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| Without his glasses — momma, I can’t breathe
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| I’m fat and black, I squeeze the life outta MC’s
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| So please, keep your style in your grab bag
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| Rappers step up and get sent back like a shag
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| What? |
| I chills on the real side
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| Chickenheads crossin the street tryin to hit the Mad Skillz side
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| Light and G’s get cut off when I’m finished
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| Give me some fly beats and I’m all in it, yeah
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| Admit it, I’m all in it, quotes are all in
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| When it comes to beats yo I’m swim through 'em like frogmen
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| I take basslines in my veins, so refrain
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| From poppin anythang that make me wanna tear you out your frame
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| Yeah, things have changed but it’s all real over here
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| What? |
| Eargasmic styles havin sex with your ears
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| Yeah, I leave crews in debt
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| Cause ain’t nothin like a fat loop that a brother ain’t use yet
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| Whose set to rock raps raunchy and raw — yeah
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| I like my beats pretty like Chante Moore, now check it
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| Constructin raps like erector sets
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| Artifacts flexed the tech', now I’m next to wreck
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| Bitch-ass niggas should know that they done messed up — why?
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| I’m pullin skirts bras and girdles and motherfuckin dresses up
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| Beat (?) society, oh I dogs 'em, I’m a menace
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| This track was fly, I was fly, you was all in it, yeah
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| Straight up skills, no time for gimmicks, yeah, yeah
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| «Gimme a fly beat, and I’m all in it» -] Guru
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| Yeah breakin down beats the tracks get diminished
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| «Gimme a fly beat, and I’m all in it» -] Guru
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| Uh-huh, rhymes designed to be in the book of Guinness
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| «Gimme a fly beat, and I’m all in it» -] Guru
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| I’m from V.A., nigga what? |
| Mics get dented
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| Yeah
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| Like that, like that y’all
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| Like that y’all, like that y’all
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| Uhh, uhh, like that y’all
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| DJ Riz y’knahmsayin? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All In It , by - Mad Skillz. Song from the album From Where???, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп