All In It lyrics

by

J Dilla


[Intro]
No doubt
Mad Skillz for the '9-5 shot, son
Yeah
Forever People wreckin' sh*t (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 f*ckin fans
And man listen, that's a pity
That sh*t 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*gga
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*ggas 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 sh*t
Some never leave my house without a doubt max and count green stacks sh*t
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
b*tch-ass n*ggas should know that they done messed up (Why?)
I'm pullin skirts bras and girdles and motherf*ckin 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., n*gga 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?
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