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1. _ Bags Packed
Yeah check it
This another one of those ak shits youknowhati'msayin?
This right here's about a girl
Who wanna live in your house for free, without a j.o.b.
Check it
I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-ya
I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-ya
I got your bags packed, i got your bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave yo
I'll make your head bloody red if you don't get out
And if you scream and shout, i'll put the bandages on your mouth
No livin for free on my couch
And yo i ain't operatin, no type of covenant house
You get no help here, my name ain't wel-fare
Uh uh dear, take that bullshit else-where
Your ass gotta go if you don't got dough
Call me what you want, woman, because you're just another hoe
I know you'd probably make a good mother miss
But i don't got no time to be bothered with no broke bitch
Riffin at the mouth, get you kicked out, without no whereabouts
The loveboat shape up and ship out
And take everything you came with when you was startin
This ain't a world tour, no more trips to this apartment
I want your ass to be ghost
And now, all of a sudden you wanna get close, huh
I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-ya
I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, see-ya
I got your bags packed, i got your bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave check it
Umm, get your clothes, use common sense
I don't sell pantyhose, i don't got time for non +nonsense+
Kindly pack up your shit
Remember you're not down with the olympics, so don't try to flip!
I'll reach for the glock, aim for your snotbox
The neighbor hear the shots, the neighbor call the cops
But i won't do a date upstate
I just perform that old mike tyson play and cry out rape
Before you burst, gimme my keys, stop pleadin for please
This ain't church, get off your fuckin knees
I'm not lookin for no blow job, you better get a real job
So we can have some dough hobbes
I won't front, i used to love it when we'd hump
You're not my stunt, tomorrow's the first of the month
You don't have half the rent, i'm knockin cuttin nose flat
Girlfriend i got your bags packed
Huh, i got your bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave, i got your bags packed, see-ya
I got your bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave, i got your bags packed
I got your bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave, i got your bags packed, see-ya
I got your bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave you gotta leave, check it
Umm, wipe up them cryin tears
Cause like an automatic car, you don't got no gear
Get ready to put an end to that cinderella book
Throw out them jordache jeans, cause it wasn't seem
To givin you the look, that you've been searchin for
And plus i heard you're not with, baggin up shit
At no grocery store -- it just makes your furious
As if you got shot in the butt cause now you're dead-ass serious
Don't know what to do, nowhere to go
But no haps over here, cause this ain't, the welcome back kotter show
Forget all the nights you spent
Cause ain't nothin goin on, but my rent, huh
Shit, you better take a good look
At the road cause that's you're bout to hit
And it ain't no comin back
Girlfriend, i got your bags packed
Huh, i got your bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave, i got your bags packed, see-ya
I got your bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave, i got your bags packed, see-ya
I got your bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave, i got your bags packed, see-ya
I got your bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave i gotta go, check it
Aiyyo baby i'm not "the one"
I said my man serge he's not "the one"
And my man named ant he's not "the one"
And my man earl is sho' ain't not "the one"
Aiyyo aiyyo girlfriend we ain't not "the one"
My man extra p, he's not "the one"
And you know how it goes.. "the one"
"the one" ..
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2. _ You Know My Style
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3. _ I Luh Hur
My girl is pregnant, i'm ready to start splitting
All around the town on the down low was the girl that i was hitting
Everyone knows i used to luh huh
I don't want this pregnant talk to get back to my mother
Shit! i just can't believe it
I thought me and this lady had came to a mutual agreement
But i was dead wrong, her trick was evil and ill
All along girlfriend i though you was still on the pill
Step to the g-y-n
The gynecologist, miss, so we can put this to an end
You'll need some dough, i'll probably lend
You wanna play biz mark again
And tell him i'm just a friend
So buy me newports, cause as i smoke
All i do is think about you and child support
But i don't got papes, i got money
Sticking up and messing up when i went outta state
So you can stop all that fiendin'
With your damn schemin'
You're christopher williams cause you must be dreamin'
Wake up and escape
And while you're at it why don't you throw away your jodeci tapes
Cause you can be forever my lady, but i ain't with no baby
Ah, ah, no ifs ands or maybes
I ain't old enough and ain't trying to hear it
So don't steal my youth cause i'm still young in spirit
That belly blows up, it's gonna be trouble
Imma have to play like a pin and come pop that bubble
Find chucky if you want child's play
I'll give your ass a hanging and drop you off in an alleyway
This is a diary of a black man
By making no alimony payments due to no wedding bands
So ax that talk about marrage
Miss, you must of misunderstood, i want you to have a miscarrage
I'm fed up, and sorry that i've done it
I'm ready to set her up and have my little man kick her in the stomach
Or punch my fist through that naval
Cause i'll be damned if this be the hand that rocks the cradle
Or push her down a flight of steps
I don't care or give a heck
About the people under the stairs
I'm all about a home made abortment
My name's not pat, so don't send jack black
This ain't the damn wheel of fortune
I don't want no pause or no portion
Next time woman you should proceed with caution
It ain't all about boy and girl
A half hour past the cosby show
Cause you, it's a whole different world
And yom that's how live i am
Use a diaphragm, i get it off your chest like a mammogram
Oh brother, word to mother
Just cause i talk this shit don't get me wrong
Yo, i still luh hur
I luh hur (repeat 5x)
Nobody tell her, because i luh hur
I luh hur (repeat 8x)
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4. _ Dear Diary
My vocals sound dynamic when placed on track
Me wack? your local mechanic couldn't even fix his mouth to say that
I'll make a rapper change his occupation
And have him selling hot dogs if he ain't saying nathan'
I wait for challengers to pick a day to beef
I'm not a calendar-
I'll knock your ass to the middle of next week (next week)
Leaving you outdated, i'm r-rated
Niggas on my dick was to fall off if i was to get castrated
No need to explain
I'm doper than heroin, so just take my name in vain
You can't follow the ak's footmarks
I'll throw your raps in a shoebox and let the bullshit walk!
I straighten up those who be slacking up
In other words i'm not a film director
So don't come over here acting up
You know just who i am
This ain't the damn macho man wrestling program
Over here you get slammed on the premises
Remeber this, the name akenyele it don't rhyme with genesis
I'm not the one to get played
This ain't the arcade
Pull over here and you'll find your fingers in the yellow page
You can't hang with the kid
My lrics are so bad they're only taught in school 600
So all you rappers keep eyeing me
But just admire me
And write this shit in your diary
Dear, dear diary (i kicked it plain and simple)
Write it in your book, kid
Dear, dear diary (i kicked it plain and simple)
Put it on your pages
Dear, dear diary (i kicked it plain and simple)
Write it in your book, kid
Dear, dear diary...check it out
Yo rob swift! (rob swift gets business) x4
All you got to do is just set it
Better yet act like you want it and see if you don't get it
I walk over rappers like doormats
Save all that nino brown chat for all them other new jacks
In your city, with your whole damn committee
Your butt-ass rhymes are all shitty
So don't riff cause i'm in a class by myself
Make like a ventriloquist, talk that shit someplace else
Lyrics you pick are all simple
And all like swift to come out your face like a dam pimple
But just so you can't follow this
My rhymes penetrate to the skin just like a dermatologist
Best to head to the clinic
Cause akenyele's style about to spread like an epidemic
I don't talk past the speed limit
One style's a gimmick
I won't change up because i'm not a schizophrenic
Pushing a wooden box
6 foot 6 is what you catch if you step to the ak
I kill a rapper's better one sec
If he ever play me like an accident and think he can catch wreck
Shit (sheee...)
Once i combine ya, here's another reminder
Niggas can get stomped down to china
In other words get that ass kicked
I'll send your wack baby-ass raps right back to pediactrics
Play the back before you get smacked
Ask like a lumberjack, i come from the projects of lefrack
Ak to the nel
Don't give a hell who you wanna tell
Not an intercom but my name rings bells
So all you rappers c'mon, if you want to start trying me
But write this shit in your diary
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5. _ Beat
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6. _ Exercise
* heavy breathing *
Check this out man
All this gym shit
Runnin around for a scholarship
Ain't even my style man
I don't even know what the fuck i'm doin in this shit
Bout to get the fuck up out of this shit
Ain't even with this
[akinyele]
Me play sports? don't place your bet
I'm not the type of guy to run up and down and break out in a sweat
I just make the words sound hip
I leave it up to jane fonda, to take care of that physical fit shit
Nothin wrong with bein overweight, everything straight
So long as my pockets stay in shape
I never participated in gym
I hated the thought, to even have to take a loss to begin
They say health brings you longevity
But i'm not one for that extra-curriculum activity
You might see the ak, with a baseball hat
Won't see me on no field with no baseball bat
In case some nigga head, got to get cracked
Other than that, i don't plan to run track
Picture me joggin for miles.. hah!
Come on kid, that's just not my style
I just talk to girls on the horn
You won't see the ak upstairs, puttin no butter on his corns
Another athlete bites the dust
Another nigga from egypt, make egyptian musk
Picture me wearin pro keds, runnin the full court
Don't jump out your basket-ass head
I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, i'm not a good sport
* rob swift cuts "exercise" *
[akinyele]
Don't throw your soccer balls this way
The name is akinyele, not no motherfuckin pele
Baseballs is what i'm not with
So don't hand me no catcher's mitt, cause i ain't catchin shit!
The only time i slide and run, is after a murder's done
I get ghost before the homicide come!
But that's a different subject - that's called games of death
When your man play russian roulette while upset
He can't handle it, he wants to stop it
He grabs the hammer and cock it, but that's a whole different topic
I just throw my voice on plastic
You won't see me wrasslin in no arena, gettin my ass kicked
Or better yet boxin in, some ring with gloves
Talkin about pst pst losin oxygen
You know the whole blase-blasah, the ak saga
I'm quick, to run your shit like a jogger
Huh! i don't carry no stopclock
I knock the j off of jock, so you can just call me ak!
Yeah, it's just that simple son
On my spare time, i be rackin bitches up, at the wimbledon
But i'm not one for tennis
Nor breakin no sport records in the world book of guinness
I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, i'm not a good sport
* rob swift cuts "exercise" *
[akinyele]
Me jumpin over fences, don't make sense kid
On a hot day, you'll find me coolin on the benches
And you could ask me where the water's at
But don't come ask me to act, like no motherfuckin quarterback
Shoulder pads and helmet, yeah right
Talkin that hut one, hut two, hut three, hike - psych!
I'm poetic, while dealin with the alphabetic
Not athletic, that's why i don't sweat it
So you can keep your sports on hold
Fuck soccer, the shit that i kick, yo it's bound to go gold
I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, i'm not a good sport
* slow scratching, heavy breathing *
Uh-uh, i'm the fuck out
I ain't with this shit
Find the nigga, blow the whistle man
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7. _ 30 Days
I never did time, committed mad crime
Only paid rhymes, but now niggaz drop dimes
Harmonizin on a homicide rap
Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch an r&b contract
Now they hit me with a one to three, personal-ly
Conspira-cy, it don't mean shit to me
The time will go fast, because i'm true blue
On the dl, back home, i got a stash for ma duke
I stack razor blades in my shoe
Niggaz threaten to kill the ak, if i ever come through
And i'm doin 30 more days, in this steel cage
Locked down with men that go both ways
But gays ain't gon' grease me
My razor blade say o.p.p., niggaz in p.c. gon' know me
I'm not the everyday herb
Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb
Fuck a pro-noun, i get down for my crown
Pass the three-pound, show it to king clown, and watch him lounge
You know the whole phase
I'm about to go through the government's maze
In about 30 days
You know my name, no shame in my game
Best to fly the kid champagne from spain
About to go in, to push a bid, for wrongs i done did
Goin away party at the crib
Me and my friends gonna get together
I didn't think jail could ever, i learned to never say never
But now we just gonna party.. party..
Shit, fiesta.. for-ever..
Gun ? up on my floor
All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door
Don't wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail
If you can't, comprehend, with the slang friend
All you do, don't act like nuts
It don't make no sense for the whole crew, to get locked up
Bad enough i have to go in yo
But when the shit hit the fan, debris' gotta blow
Windy days, but ain't nothin changed but the weather
While i'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters
That's for queers, couple of years
Later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears
Because it ain't like i'm dyin
You see i'm not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryin
This ain't the wizard of oz where i can tap my heels and go for it
I take it slow, cause i'll be home before you know it
I'm comin through like x-rays
In approximately, the next 30 days
But if you think i'm tryin to skip town
You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound
I'm not tryin to jump bail, cause that's the dough
That i'ma use to flip up the new connects, that i meet in jail
Politicians they all know dis
Every now and then they visit a snitch, who helped em get rich
Yeah part of the government's plan
Lock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of uncle sam
This the stuff, you can't trust for 30 days
I'm on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs
And while i'm inside, i take in stride
Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly
Days go by, night gets darker, but i'm a new york
Whalin on your ass like orca
Not the avon lady, stay up out my face
It only take a shoelace, for a nigga to catch a new case
You get done in different ways
I'm headed for the cage
Within the next 30 days
Rob swift handles business
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8. _ Checkmate
I throw incinerators at rappers that talk garbage
About the ak, they don't know me from a tree in the forest
My name's not summer so i don't sweat it
Most y'all niggaz know i cut ya like cheese that's cheddared
I been around the world like lisa stansfield tour bus
Tearin niggaz up from here to west bubblefuck
So don't front like you don't know what my name is
Before i start diving up in that ass like greg louganis
That's not my number one amos
You take my style and squeeze your lips
Like probably you see your life stopped, you're freakin famous
I dare another rapper try to tame this
I hit you in the anus
Once y'all reach for the damn a-list
Still, this ain't the pretty boy
Fear sex-appeal it's ak, a.k.a. the real deal
I make punk rappers stutter, y-yoyoy-yoyoy-yoyo
I bring out the das efx in a motherfucker
I livin larger than a mansion, you hear me?
You fear me, you're just a little house on the praerie
Leave 'fore hurricane ak come blowin in
All you motherfuckers best to breeze like the wind
Check the news forecast
I place a con niggaz'll stick ya on your butt
If you're light in the ass
Close your eyes, and concentrate it's time to recognize
The ak keep brothers on checkmate
Check over there, and then check over here
Just lend me your ear, c'mon listen
Nigga you just can't defeat me
Child abusers walk around, knowin they just can't beat me
So don't try to take the winner's belt
Aiyyo this ain't april 1st so don't dare fool yourself
It don't get no liver, i'm hittin harder than a chastiser
I flip rhymes like saliva, poundin on your brain
With the sick shit i'm saying
I got more game than a panhandler on a train
Huh, it's rare if i don't catch props
I'm the ak i tear that ass out the frame like a benzie box
You know the rules if you ain't ruff
Stay on the hush and get played like sunday school shoes
And get scuffed, i put heads to bed like newlyweds
Sing your rap eulogy
Cuz now you're good as dead
Hit the deck, once i round it off like a tec
I play you like a game of chess and keep your ass in check
Checkmate
Check all around, and then check for them clowns
Check the fuckin real sound, break down
In english, mc's can't last
Similar to a car crash, i got rap in a smash
Whenever you wanna get loose and hang out
Remember i done turned enough troops into the last boy scout
Think you'll last? then come try
Otherwise make like a librarian and keep your ass quiet
I'm out to catch the winner's cup
All you number one contenders just got knocked to the runner's up
What nigga what? i'm blowin up the spot with dynamite
Rhymes by the ak
Airports they amazed to me
Shit cuz i fly so much heads yah have my own travel agency
Rap's are fat like sumo, slammin like judo
I won't get abused like numbers, i'm menudo
I got the art down pat, pass the courderoy
This bad boy about to start to slack
Fuck how "i could just kill a maaaan"
I'm slick and puttin brothers out with these edward niggahands
Ten fingers of death, grippin micraphones
Holdin my own, sparkin rhymes up like grindstones
Rippin up challengers
Creating a mess on stage out of comedian rappers like gallagher
My mind is filthier than a hamper
Dirty like a camper
On top of that i've been through more shit than pampers
Fake is what i ain't
But constantine the great, don't know me from a can of paint
Listen to how the soundwaves vibrate
You can't relate, i got your whole brain on checkmate
Rob swift is his name, with akineyle in the game
You're best to maintain, as we aim for your brain
As we aim for your brain (3x)
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9. _ Worldwide
Yeah yeah yeah
We got my man extra p in the house
But me and my man akinyele
You know we goin worldwide this tour
Cause yo you know how that go
We gon' get together y'all, word up
That's how we gon' bring it to you
We gon' go all around the world
Get this money, and do what we got to do
Word up, my man rhasaan in the house
We gon' bring it to y'all like this, word up
Just give it to em ak.. uhh
[akinyele]
I been in and out all areas
And all you true hip-hop fans, you know the ak's takin care of ya
Slap your ass with real rap
I keep it underground, like subways, so i can stay on track
I'm not a carpenter, but i'll cut the rug
Think you can hang with ak? ha, that's your brain on drugs
Smack fire out your ass like a flag from _backdraft_
Didn't peep the movie, you don't know the half
Schoolin mc's until they start learnin
We don't gotta be mississippi to watch the ak start burning
I kick that shit that's known to hit
So much rap lines, you might fuck around and hang clothes on it
But yo it ain't no thing in it, your static-free rhymes
That you kick, need to be kicked, cause it doesn't got no cling in it
Then you turn around and start singin it
Hard akinyele be brought, so i'm here to start bringin it
First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin bitch niggaz
By the statistics, like, jeffery dahmer's
Huh, scrapin you like a sculpture, murder you for the vulture
My dozen dirty, my brains be donated to agri-culture
So come on and face it, my skills are like medicine nigga
You just don't wanna taste it
You best to slide to the side, another corner of the map
Cause this here is worldwide
Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4x)
[akinyele]
Put them tired rhymes to bed, and loosen up your laces
Your shoes are too tight, and now it's goin to your head
Me you feel you can pull with
Remember that i'm not a matador, so get off that bull-shit
I put rappers and singers in they place
A real rudebwoy with the raz', i write it all over your face
Leavin you bloodier than a maxipad
Crayola crayons, they'd have to color me badd
So play like a midget and forget it
Cause i put oil to the fire, like an arsonist
When it comes time to set it
I get more run than an athletic
Sharp as a hyper-dermic
Lyrics are flavored up like a dia-betic
I recoups, and they try to step to this
Nowadays i probably have as much kids as jerry lewis
My rhymes drip like a razor, punch like joe frazier
I don't sell shoes, because i don't believe in favors
Ducks better break north, before i start
Baggin that ass, like a motherfuckin washcloth
Winnin battles cause i'm a hip-hop soldier
Act like you know, and fuck what your girl told ya
No bluff, for years i've been in this
A nine to five employee don't got shit on me
Cause i done stepped to nuff rapper business
Beggin for for-giveness
Channel 7 news and people from jehovah done witnessed
The whole akinyele vibe
You know what i'm sayin kid, this here is worldwide
Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4x)
[akinyele]
Ak not catchin wreck, come the fuck on
Ring the alarm, i drop bombs like the guard in vietnam
I kick that shit, niggaz dream to write
My brain so hot that it ignites, but you can't see the light
Fast rappers can't speed by this, you better slow down
Because i'm puttin the brakes on your ass like midas
Nope, it don't matter what type of slang you drop
I give you rope and you still can't hang with the ak
For years i put ears through therapy
Watch a episode of cheers before you come try the beer with me
I graduated from lobbies, bangin on walls for a hobby
I battle anybody, even a dead body
I got rhymes that would attack ya
So you better watch your back, or fuckin hire a chiropractor
Ain't nuthin change from before, slap niggaz with mani-cures
Stomp you down, after a pedi-cure
Here's another lesson, i'm not a quiz
So that talk about me not gettin biz that's out of the question
It's a ak, jam, god damn don't get slammed
You catch the backhand, word to my dead man
You best to rest if you want peace
Cause like a hooker from up the street, i'm down for beef
I'm hotter than a sauna again the drama is rugged
Word to sinead o'connor, i be tearin shit up
Cause i sprayin immaculate, like a mac-11..
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I take you to london worldwide
I take you to europe worldwide
Come back to queens worldwide
I take you to russia worldwide
I take it to the north pole worldwide
I bring it back to queens
I give it to em worldwide
I take it to the west indies
I give it to em worldwide
I take you to india
I give it to em worldwide
I bring it back to queens
I give it to em worldwide
I take it to germany
I give it to em worldwide
I take it to...
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10. _ No Exit
I wanna get out this relationship
But i'm scared that my man will flip
He always swears how he's gonna kill me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip
[verse 1]
I met her in queens her personality was erotic
She asked me where i come from, and i just replied "the projects"
Love at first sight as she was staring
Checking me up and down, yeah, at the gear that i was wearing
I had an office jacket, polo shirt, diamond on my hand
Stonewashed pants ticked inside of some timberlands
Her eyes just stayed on my face
She threw her hand on my hip and felt the four-fifths on my waist
Yo, my name is ak the hard rock shit that shot a cop with a glock
Cause he tried to make the money stop
She didn't speak, she didn't start, she didn't talk
All of the sudden let's take a walk through the park
But it was dark, she didn't bother
She probably thought i was trying to play her out
Like a central park jogger
But that's not my style that's what i'm telling ya
Give me your number and i'll probably call you up on my cellular
At night we spoke for hours and hours and hours and hours
Hot convo turned into cold showers
Monogamy, yo, increased to pornography
Miss astrologist because she looked like a star to me
But i be dressing sharper than those brothers with farrakahan
Throwing a lucky charm without a leprachaun's arm
Out on the streets dealing and sticking up
I try to make her look appealing
I went out and started tricking bucks
I got her all dressed up, she used to look messed up
Now all of her friends can't wait to be next up
I need to get her thoughts fixed up
She fell into a blender, she got the stuff all mixed up
She caught me talking about a quits
But that's that old bullshit
It's ain't over til i say it's over, miss
So if you wanna catch a fit, you catch a melon split
Once you in there ain't no exit
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[verse 2]
I talk a good game of pain
Put it in your ear and let it rain
Benadryl can't stop the migrane
Once my voice touch your brain
So you can talk that fast slang dialect
But i got a tec to keep you in check
Other words make you come correct
Think that to stop giving the loving
You must be smoking pestacide because you're damn sure bugging
After one hit you're ready to split
What, are you test crashing cars?
That's that ol' dum dum shit
You don't flatter me tring to sign off
You best to take the batteries out your watch if you want some time off
I write my name on your street curb
So you can scratchmy letetrs girl if you wanna mark my words
I got the calimyne beside me
In case you wanna try me
And break out on my ass like poison ivy
You better take it or ease, roll up you sleeves
And prepare to go all out like new year's eve
Trying to take my dough like a swaggart
Girl, i have to bag ya and fall on your head like niagra
Shit, you're bound to catch it, once i start flexing
Ayo bum bitch there ain't no exit
Chorus
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11. _ The Bomb
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
A bad young man from the lefrack lands
They say i got an attitude, that's rude
Because i walked over elvis' grave in some blue suede shoes
Punk, i got some some stuff that'll bust through your pest lump
Clearing cells chump, you know the ak shit bump
But every now and then they say (he's wack)
But deep down in your hear you and them dudes from ridley's don't
Believe that
Everyone's down with the ak brother
Every place i go people be like udda udda, udda
Trying to get the slang down pat, using verbs and syllables, shit
But i'll flip the style like half a brick
So give me space like nasa, one deep like a bachelor
I turn shit over like a spatula
You know how it goes by now, word to god
Lyrics are so hard they'll be kevin costner's bodyguard
Move over whitney houston, i'm not losing
By the way woman, yo, my name's not susan
It's the akenyel, i rock well and with more clientel
Then a guy with long caps of crack to sell
I take poetry and start illin' with it
Homicide police be looking for me from the way i be killing and shit
You niggas can't push along, with the ak song
Because thise shit here's the bomb!
Chorus
[verse 2]
I catch wreck like an automatic tec
Ripping rhymes as if it was written with gilletes
Rapping over slamming tracks
My hand's compared to a drug called crack
Because it don't take much to get your ass smacked
So you can save bullshit
Word is bond get your shoehorn
Because i got a style that fit
See akenyele be cold cuttin' brothers up like a deli
Keeping my cool like arthur fonzarelli
I kick more black ass than jim kelly
Down with easy shit, this nigga tell me
They give me mines from state to state
And gettin' so much props, my career should be real estate
So now it's time to face up
But if you play your jaw like a sneaker yo it's bound to get laced up
For the mc's that lost it
I'll treat your rock rhymes like a frisbee, watch the ak toss it
Selling out it what ya caused it
Charlie angel rapper make like farah
And get rinsed down the faucet
Becasue i'm coming at 'em
So save your devilish tricks for eve if you don't know me from adam
My lyrics are hotter than summer school
My image, far from an air conditioner beacause i never blow my cool
No thumbs up, nor a collar
I won't scream or holler
I make mc's sit their five dollar ass down
Because all they do is scream and speak in tounges
Rah rah rah, but i bust your motherfuckin' lungs
Burning up charts with the rhymes i spark
Cardiology is the word because it comes from the heart
Brain is on steroids, keeping the lyrics strong
Huh, this shit here is called the bomb!
Chorus
[verse 3]
I keep the mic like glass, because i slash
Thirsty rappers' ass on a friday night without no hockey mask
I make jason meet his doom
I hit him with the bass from the room that goes
Ba-do-doom-do-do-doom
You can't fuck with it beacaue i'm a little to exquisite
For y'all snake-ass lizards
Check my style right before you freestyle
My style's hostile, teddy ted heard it he said "oooh child"
I'm quick to damage you amatures some of you pros
Know on the downlow that i'll assassinate your character
To think that they can get with this
With all those dreams you fuck around and put freddy out of business
Becasue i'm a rapper's worst nightmare
Bringing tears for fears, i'm more bad news than the bears
Say a lot for success, i won't dare
I'm not shadow stephen so i cease to be just another hollywood
Square
I rope 'em like a lasso, you'd better dash yo
Don't stand around and be another dennis leary asshole
You'll get chopped like vegetables
I leave plenty many hanging like testicles, huh
Doing what i half to
To get room to breathe even if it means knocking out your asthma
This ak flow ain't no fad
I be smoking niggas like cigarettes because they style is just a fucking
Drag
I done blew up the world trade and vietnam
Huh, beacuse this shit here is the bomb!
Chorus
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12. _ Outta State
[extra p] yeah.. yeah.. everything's real!
Chorus: akinyele
I got all my life to live
And i got so much love to give
But i gotta survive, and make papes outta state
I'm ready to make papes outta state, man
I got all my life to live
And i got so much love to give
But i gotta survive, and make papes outta state
I'm ready to make papes outta state
[akinyele]
Ak to the nel to the le, i'm tryin hard as hell
To pick my future before my future picks me
Twenty-one years of age, not with minimum wage
Don't ever seem like i'ma get paid rhymin on the stage
College, i always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem here
I don't seem to meet financial aid requirements
Locked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would i get out?
Seems like i'm pushin yo a hip-hop bid
At home the vibes don't feel right
My parents keep lookin at me as if i'm some type of parasite
My moms seperated from her spouse
The oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the house
That means gettin off my ass, makin immediate cash
That broke shit, save it for an orthopedic cast
I get road maps, learned the interstate
Shit i'm headed out state to make papes; man
Chorus
[akinyele]
I'm ready to get up on a scam trip
The i-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip!
First i need a crackhead with a credit card
So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car
Just make sure that it's black
And take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin back
I'm goin one deep, in the driver's seat
Throwin the vegetarian book cause i'm ready for beef
I got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heit
Of heat, better known as a burner on the street
Cool, i got the keys to the car
Accelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn up
On the tar, i'm out to get money real far
I hear my moms voice, {singing} "i'm wishin on a star!!"
But i got to go far ma! {sing} "but i could wonder where you are!"
On the streets just deliverin, packages
So i can just relax and get some type of livin
Think that it is when it isn't
Easy to see a family, suffer from povery, as bein given
Man, like heck, and when i get back
I'ma rip up them welfare checks
I got a new nine to five mom, so don't wait up late
My job's located outta state
Chorus
[akinyele]
I reached my destiny and my goal
I done flashed right past the dumb-ass highway patrol
If everything goes well i'm in it to win it
I'm tryin to find a hotel so i can rest up for a minute
A round of crackheads gonna show me -- neighborhood clowns
Fear me up and down cause they really don't know me
But all my hits, i see them scopin out the clip
They wanna get open, i can let shit rip!
Whatever is broke got to be fixed, twenty dimes and nicks
Step into my house made of bricks
My man gave me work, home on credit
You think that i'm comin back? tch, black he can forget it
Cause i got moves to bake, no time to be fake
Bad enough gotta watch out for a snake called jake
Money nonstop, kept in the hush
At twelve o'clock, i'ma catch, huh, the midnight bus
And watch the dough flow like water
I'm not taco bell but hell i'ma make a run for the border
I feel odd, like a extraterrestrial left alone
A calling card number, so i could phone home
To let my people know my mission went great
On my great escape to outta state
Rest in peace to my little brother donnie boy
Rest in peace to my man rakim
Rest in peace to my man, named understanding
Rest in peace, umm, to atiba
Rest in peace to my man wilson from exena street
Rest in peace, to all my other peeps
Also rest in peace, to my man t-bone
You know i ain't forget you
Yeah yeah, and i'm.. and i'm.. and i'm..
And i'm.. and i'm out!! *echoes*
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13. _ Ak Ha Ha! Ak Hoo Hoo?
It's the ak ha ha, the ak hoo hoo (akineyle)
Verse one:
Yo, y'all know what's about to happen
When i proceed to give you what you need and the ak start rappin
I throw rhymes like children throwin balls on project bricks
In other words i be kickin that old off the wall shit
I don't rehearse they don't come better than
I don't need light, cuz i'm a late night person like david letterman
You know the whole repoitoire not far from a star
Baby pah, the ak can shine like armorall
Chorus
Verse two:
Akineyle, producing more stunning hits
So call me ex-lax, cuz i'm about ready to start runnin shit
Toss and turnin ya, watch ak burnin ya
You can't hold your own you fuck around and catch a hernia
(akineyle)
So don't sleep, nor yet drowsing
My name itself bring more heartbeats than robert townsend
I hurdle over rappers like a stallion
Carry it back with more fame than debbie allen, nigga
Chorus
Verse three:
My lyrics'll reign real bright so dim the lights and it won't get duller
It doesn't take rosie perez to see my living color
I rain over heads just like an umbrella
So strong that baby's boosted and i'm fuller
History in the making, never one for backspins
Throw and kneel, but you're still, mc's i be breakin
Ak sanitation
I leave skid marks on the concrete streets
From all the brothers that i be scrapin
Chorus
Verse four:
Permanent scars as i sabotage
My style's so milky i should get down with haagen-daaz
More heatwave than a do rag does to a caesar
Give a thermometer a temperature of jungle fever
George like wheezy
Cuz i be burnin brothers just like, the neighborhood skeezer
Once the hip-hop strangeler
I throw your whole rap on a coat rack kid and just hang it up
Chorus
Verse five:
So step to the ak-er, the hip-hopper
And get your ass kicked like a game of soccer
Skills are fatter than a grease spot
Cuz i love to rock that nasty home-cooked hip-hop
I watch girls check it, i make bitches wanna jump butt-naked
Like the doo doo brown record
But now i peep on low and they have to stop
When they hear my name, the motherfuckin ak
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