AKINYELE – You Know My Style

You know my motherfuckin style nigga
You know my motherfuckin’ styyyylllleee
You know my motherfuckin’ style nigga
You know my motherfuckin’ styyyylllleee, yeah!

You know my motherfuckin’ style kid
You know my motherfuckin’ style, yeah!
You know my motherfuckin’ style kid
You know my motherfuckin’ style kid

AKINYELE – 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 [x4]

[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 [x4]

[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..

[impossible to make out the rest of the verse with voiceovers]

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…

AKINYELE – Three

[CHORUS]
Who you wanna sex?
Where you wanna sex?
When you wanna sex?

Would you sex me and my mens?

Who you wanna sex?
Where you wanna sex?
When you wanna sex?

Or could I sex you and your girlfriends?

Who you wanna sex?
Where you wanna sex?
When you wanna sex?

Would you sex me and my mens?

Who you wanna sex?
Where you wanna sex?
When you wanna sex
Sex
Sex
Sex

Because 3…

Talkin bout the number 3

Somewhere in this bedroom it’s just you, her and me

Menage a trois
That’s what it is
(Word up)
Puttin us two with you

[VERSE 1]
Ha! Did Ginger and Marianne ever hit The Skipper?
The (Three’s Company) chicks ever fuck Jack Tripper?
Did Orca and Jaws ever run up in Flipper?
Did that Spud dog ever fuck them three frog Bud sippers?
Huh, that’s outlandish shit
Two guys dancin with one girl, that’s that sandwich shit
Was Wyclef and Praswell scorin on Lauryn?
Was Lil’ Cease and Un hittin Lil’ Kim?
Did Red Alert and Scale ever fuck Wendy well?
Did Ak and Flex ever fuck Jess and Stress?
Shit, we can take it down the alphabets
Did SWV get with TLC
And fuck them three fellas down with BBD?
Remember Mike Bivins, ABC
They had more than three
But if they cut a few
Would they fuck them three girls from 702?
Would Erykah Badu fuck them two righteous dudes
From the Brand Nubian crew and include Grand Pu?
Did Mary J. Blige ever fuck Case and Nas?
Was Arnold or Willis ever comin on Kimberly Drummond?
Check it, remember this record:
And when I’m cool like that, I’m cool like that
I don’t know they name, damn it
But I wonder did them niggas ever ram it
In that girl from Digable Planets?

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2]
Remember in the early ’80s, did ???
Fuck them ladies from the Brady’s?
Stanford & Son fuck Esther Grady
Or could it be
Ed Lover and Dr. Dre fucked Lisa G?
Is it that old school chick
Gladys Knight fucked them Pips?
And damsels, we goin back to old school jams
Did UTFO fuck The Real Roxanne?
Did Cagney and Lacey ever fuck Dick Tracy?
Did Jasmine Guy ever fuck Teddy Ri’
And them other two guys
Cause they was all part of Guy
Remember Aaron Hall, Damon Hall
Did the Gay Rapper ever fuck Ru Paul two balls?
Who you wanna sex, where you wanna sex
And when it comes to talkin bi-sex, I’m the
muthafuckin best
Check the rhyme, did Changing Faces
Ever let R. Kelly bump and grind in they behind?
Did Laverne and Shirley ever fuck Carmine?
Was Gina and Pam humpin on Martin?
And all you freaks on that motorcycle shit
I wonder would you ever fuck them two police from
(Chips)[?]
(New York Undercover), what’s that puertorican’s name?
Yeah, did him and Leeroy fuck Debbie Allen from
(Fame)[?]
And if Miss Braxton said at first, then three times
‘I’m feelin horny’
Does it mean she’s fuckin Tony Toni Ton?

[CHORUS]

Just imagine you could have
Who you wanna fuck
Where you wanna fuck
When you wanna fuc

AKINYELE – The Robbery Song

[Hook]
Niggas know we do robberies, we ain’t running up in no crib for 2 G’s
We want about 50 Thou and 4 Ki’s
And maybe after that we just might breath
But if you think it can’t happen, nigga please
We put you on your knees, like you was praying
We ain’t playing
It’s the O-FFI-CIAL, O-RIG-INAL, SEASON-AL, motherfucking CRIMI-NALS

You know the format, ringing your bell, standing on your doormat
‘Who Is It?” Thats your sentence
Looking through the peephole with your eyes squinching
Too late, we kicked the door off the hinges
I heard you selling stacks of crack getting mad-tracked
Thats why we in your place, throwing your face in the carpet
With the rug rats, where the drugs at, FUCK THAT!
I represent broke niggas who ain’t no joke nigga
Bullets rolled in Bamboo cause we here to smoke niggas
And fuck them uppercuts, like we here to fight you up
Man, we hang you from a chandalier and light you up
We like free delivery cause we take niggas out
Leaving you cracking like Daffy with duct tape on your mouth
And roping you with strings and tessles squeezing your blood vessel
Leaving your ass tied up like pretzels
Ak to the Inye to the Le, rolling with real G’s
Doing these official robberies Yes!

[Hook]

I’m on some Mike Tyson ex-wife shit kid
Thats how I’m living
Cause when I start robbing, you’d better start giving
How else you think the money’s supposed to come thats why
When I need bread I grab the toaster and stick niggas for they crumbs
I extort as you get stuck for bucks
Whether its in airplanes or airports cause I don’t give a flying fuck
I drop it like an incinerator was the topic
Cause I’ll be damned if you ain’t
I’ll empty in your pockets
Shake you like Gelatin, and for all you good semaritans playing hero
Akinyele put one in your belly
And leave your stomachs looking like the number 0
As a rob like work cause I need mad dinero
Cream, like Vaseline put you in Intensive Care
With the Tech 9 backing you up like spines
Taking your materialistic things like rings
Like your hoe, your doe, gold and diamonds
I turned this art into art-tillery
With guns that bark to keep them from killing me
On point, like a sword cause I always stay on board
Ready to clap a stinking victim like a fucking applause
Anywhere, anyplace
Even if you got condoms in your wallet
That don’t mean your money’s safe
So act like you not having it when I start grabbing it
Guns in your face (gibberish) like you talk Arabic
Holding a Mac that I pimp like a mack
But some of you macks, never find a Mac
Ever since you lost that job at McDonalds
But I know that I’ll Mork your ass like Nanu-Nanu
By putting one shell in your head like a rhino
Or I’ll do to 2 to your head
Before I damn wanted to let you know that you ain’t who’s hot
And you niggas not making it home in the fucking morning
BECAUSE…………..

[Hook]

AKINYELE – 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]

AKINYELE – Take A Lick

Who Ak?
Akinyele?
Yeah, he came to London
I took him around and shit
He was nice
I was gonna fuck him, yeah I really was gonna fuck him
But I didn’t
I went to fuck him though
I was gonna give him some of this pussy but he started talking some of this
wild shit
He said…

[Hook]
Oh yes you will…Be lickin my dick toniiiite
[girl:] Oh no I motherfucking won’t

[Verse 1]
I was layin in tha bed like ‘gimme some head’
She said: ‘when it come to dat Ak, I’m on you dead’
‘I don’t suck dills’
I was lookin at that chick like ‘bitch ill’
What the fuck’s the deal
Do you really feel if you don’t begin to kneel you have sex appeal
Well I feel:

Oh yes you will…be lickin my dick toniiiite

[Verse 2]
My zipper went zip
I put my pants to my hips
She put her thumbs up like the father said —
I was like ‘shit, I dislike her’
She got her thumbs in the air like a hitch hiker
Ready to fight her
But instead I chill
I looked her in tha grill and said

Oh yes you will…be lickin my dick toniiiite [slurp]
Oh no I motherfucking won’t

[Verse 3]
Ha, yo
I picked my condesending[?] booker
I put my nuts by your chin so when you look up
I’ll be on top of you doin Bobby Brown push-ups
When you give me head lift your toosh up
When I said what I said ‘you should have seen when her whole face pushed up’
She said ‘huh, what, ill’

Oh yes you will…be lickin my dick toniiiite

[girl]
No I won’t (you won’t be doin that shit, never done it before)
Yes I don’t (no, I’m not doin it, get your hand off my head)
No I won’t (move it out of my face, I don’t believe in that shit)
Yes I don’t (and you’re askin’ me, I won’t do it)

Oh yes you will…be lickin my dick toniiiite
(I won’t be sucking your dick tonight, ha ha)
[slurp]
I no I motherfucking won’t

[Verse 4]
You would swear that she want it from the way she kiss my stomach (huh)
I couldn’t wait to start cummin from it
Imagine if she doin it like she gettin blunted
You know, French kissin, puttin her tongue on it
And then she stopped
And I was like ‘doggone it’
Stop actin scared like my house haunted

Oh yes you will…be lickin my dick toniiiite

[Verse 5]
I said ‘boo, do me and I do you’
She said ‘OK, go first, then I do you’
Well I do
(lick the pussy)
And you do
(lick the dick)
(And I do do do do do) If this is true (anything for youuuu)

Oh yes you will…be lickin my dick toniiiite
Oh no I motherfucking won’t

Lickin a dick or lickin a clit
If we do it together, we on some 69 shit
Lickin a dick or lickin a clit
I know mad chicks who ACT like they don’t lick DICK
Lickin a dick or lickin a clit (huh)
If I had to pick

Oh yes you will…be lickin my dick toniiiite

No I won’t (I don’t do that)
Yes I don’t (Never done it)
No I won’t (I won’t be doin that shit!)
Yes I don’t (Don’t be trying it)
No I won’t (Move!!)
Yes I don’t (I ain’t suckin it)

Oh yes you will…be lickin my dick toniiiite
Oh no I motherfucking won’t

Ha
To all my dick suckers in the house..What up?
And all my clit lickers in the house..What up?
To all my dick suckers in the house..What up?
And all my clit lickers in the house..What up?

You know, this is straight up cunalingish type shit (shit, shit)

Oh yes you will…be lickin my dick toniiiite
HaHa

AKINYELE – Sky’s The Limit

[Larry]
Yo live from london town
Right now this is Larry Love
Representing 35 above
Crocodile dundee style
We always have a good day rocking with the Akinyele
Check it out
Big up to Creedon
Perly West Susset
Big up to Britain
Big up to all of south London
Big up to Sortenheath
Big up to Brixton
Stone bridge massive
Big up to all the brothers
All the brothers representing hard core hip hop
We always come our with a warning
This is course hip hop
Yo yo who’s this
Who’s this girl
Who’s this girl singing man
All I hear hard core Akinyele
Yo we even got the queen up for ransom
That’s how we do it in London town

[Hook - Akinyele]
Sky’s the limit and you know that you
Could have what you want or be what you want
But make sure you live to be everything you say
[?] just doesn’t take it away
And yo sky’s the limit and you know that you
Could have what you want or be what you want
We never ran we never will
We dressed to kill
Because Sky’s the limit and we take y’all

[Akinyele]
Yo before you niggas aint know match
For this Jimi Hendrix guitar type of nigga with no strings attached
I create, nothing less than great
With my mind stuffed and messed around
Have you niggas break your fucking rewind button
I kill this shit
Similar to guns and clips
When niggas from street corners light fire high bricks
Keep you shaking inyour pants when the guns behind your ear
Get you deaf enough cause you fools will paralyze a pair
When the Ak start rocking
I put you in that Puff
Daddy mode and keep your while motherfucking back bopping
It’s the Ak-nel
But you could catch me maxing that movie about the dog
Cause I rock with them
I serve rappers like Wimbleton
All I need is a pad and pencil in
Watch me put niggas on the crusher like incylin
Is the Ak-y
Watch me throwing Adolph Hitler signs cause y’all cannot see
Get it Nazi
As in not see me son
Like that great job slash d.v 1 division
I run these streets like traffic police
Walking with irons so I can straighten out beef like a priest
Even without an automatic
I still beat niggas down
Like [?] used to do in 85
Who’d of known they not [?]
I’m ill like that
It’s the Aka’, Harley Davidson rocker
Because I propel like choppers on top a helicopter
So tell me who the fuck know how to rock this right
And for lyricist of the year
How the fuck you ain’t pronounce my damn name right
I’m in it, to win it
Because

[Hook]

[Akinyele]
I make [?] degree patches
Have orgasms on top of flower pots
In other words the ladies know that Ak’s the cream of the crop
Ready to rock this mic like crack vows
Nigga ow
Take it back
Like that first movie from [?] Freddy
Cause I got a wild style
The challenger
[?] from Metallica
Got heavy metal locked
Just so I can watch you punks get rocked
I be stressing you
With Jessica
As we walk all through you’re city like damn messengers
So put me through a test like the tubes
Fuck the food
You no longer have to sneeze for the Ak to bless you
As I step to the rhyme biters
You know them cats
Who write their raps in aztec
Cause they all copywriters
It only take Ak one second eith Ak mic checkings
For Ak to start wrecking
Cause Ak be representing for
The ral niggas like O.J. did
And Ak told the seconds
Cause we in it
To win it
I said we in it
To win it
Hey yo we in it
To win it
Because

[Hook]

AKINYELE – Sister, Sister

[Tanya Howard & Niguay Fa]
I’ll be your friend
Though I love you like my brother
I could never be your lover, baby

[Hook: Akinyele, (Tanya Howard)]
Sister, Sister (You’re like a brother to me)
Sister, Sister (We go back like family)
Sister, Sister (Nigga I knew you ever since day one)
Sister, Sister (Man, me and you be having mad fun)

[Akinyele]
Yo girls be acting like they my sister
What the fuck
You mess around and get your sister’ ass
Inscest up
Talking about you can’t buy them like your brother and shit
But we don’t got the same father never suck on the same mother tits
So how you come to this
Putting lego sticks
On my dick
Cause you cop-blockin’ and shit

[Hook]

[Akinyele]
We used to conversate and shit
For a little bit
You told me about the guys you hit
You said I probably lied about the girls
In the world that I said I done hit
But I let it pass
With a simple laugh (ha ha ha ha)
Cause it was the beginning
So I stay smilin’ and grinnin’
Even when you joked and said my wrinkled sweater reminded you of
Fucking crushed linen (that shirt is wrinkled like crushed linen Ha ha)
Anyway ha ha ha ha ha
Had to find that funny
So I said yo bitch would you fuck me for money
Na na na I ain’t said that I ain’t said that chill chill
This is what I said
listen, a yo, listen, listen
Yo, Everytime I try to set it off
You be like Nope
Quick to call the kid up every time you broke
Talkin’ about some nigga played you out
Slapped you in your mouth (yo he slapped me in my mouth)
And if I see him you want me to react like pullin’ out on him (yo pull out on him)
Risking mafias as I let some kids’ blood spill
While you run around town talkin’ about (yo nigga I’ll get you killed)
Girl don’t get me wrong
I’m not no duck and shit
Before I make moves like that
I got to at least fuck and shit
Bust a nut and shit
In your gut and shit
Fuck you down
Turn you around
In your butt and shit

[Hook]

[Akinyele]
This right here
Is every brother who got a artificial sister
This is your theme song, yo
This is your theme song
This is your theme song

[Tanya Howard & Niguay Fa]
I’ll be your friend
Though I love you like my brother
I could never be your lover, baby

[Akinyele]
National anthem
Yo this song right here is dedicated to
All the girls who want to be some dude’s sister
So she could try to get all the priviliges of being a dudes girl
Without fucking that mother fucker
Know what I’m sayin’

[Hook]

[Akinyele]
It’s the ak’ ak’

AKINYELE feat. Curly – Sha La La

[Akinyele]
You can’t
You won’t
Ak-nel
You can’t
You won’t

[Curly - Refrain]
Something is what you meet standing up on the corner
Lay out
And when you think of my spliff
You think something has comeover
Lay out
I say
Here I am what I’m going to do
Yes I’ve got these dreams to come true
And the way you embrace me
It makes me want to crossover
Lay out

[Curly 2x]
Sha La La La (la la la)
La la la (la la la)
La la la (la la la)

[Akinyele]
Ha it’s the hardcoe rhymers
Straightening niggas out like recliners
You dicks get sprayedlike stun
I use your blood to paint the walls like period vagina
Remind us
Of signers
When we busting you up
Bullets like allergies
Straight stuffinf you up
Can I touch any he or she that try to diss this
Once I clutch the grammy in my hand like stick shift
Or professor
I’m putting niggas in a stretcher
Tell your crew
I play them boys ou like fucking Hugh Hefner
It ain’t nothing
My guns part authority
Cause they be busting
I could feel or catch a wreck like your part buttons

[Curly - Hook]
[2x]
Cause were rough
Were rough
Tough
Were tough
We are danger (danger straight dangerous)
[2x]
Sha la la la (la la la)
La la la (la la la)
La la la (la la la)

[Akinyele]
When it’s dark
It’s the [?] parts
That I be walking in
Be clocking you and dropping you
Like dr. Kevorkian
My hobby is to hit you
With guns in the hand
In my left
Putting bullets in your chest
Like Bobby Fisher
I wish a
Nigga
Want to contest this
Wet you up like star water
You fellas is fish
Trying to go up again
To fall from an intense nigga
To stab you with a dagger
Reagardless if you stagger
I still going to jab you with the marvelous [?]
Like Agler
Making your ass fall like Niagara
My trigger finger that damage
Advantaged niggas
Like Abracadabra
What
The AK
The glock nine
Making niggas slow down and what not
Similar to stop signs
Money and crimes
On my mind
I murder silly jokes
For they choke
And all you ever find
Is their body outlined
In white lines

[Hook]

[Refrain]

[Hook]

AKINYELE – Sex In The City

[Akinyele]
It’s another one
It’s another one

[Hook - Akinyele (IN CAPS) & Christine McLean (lowercase)]
I can’t wait till one of us cums
TILL ONE US CUMS
Till one of us cums
TILL ONE US CUMS
Till one of us cums
TILL ONE OF US CUMS
[Both]
Sex in the city me and you one on one
Let’s see who’ll be the first to make the other cum
Sex in the city me and you one on one
Let’s see who’ll be the first to make the other cum

[Christine McLean]
I know you like the way I’m working my shit
I’ll be that freak bitch put the mind on your dick
Lick a pussy push up I perfected my grip
Just watch me do tricks while you play with my clit
Wish I don’t take my pillow
Hope you go down below
I know you like shit like this

[Akinyele]
Ha turn your ass around now
Look at the pillow and bow down
Keep your feet flat on the ground
Now don’t make a sound
I swear it won’t hurt a bit
Once I insert the dick
Cause it’s all in the way we work this shit
It’s your hair I pull
Giving you multiple or-gas-ums
Pass me some
Make you cum
More than one
Then I’m done
To my Haagendaas cock magnum
Start raising like rum
Son of a gun, hun
There ain’t a girl in this world I can’t fuck for free
Ever since I dropped my last EP
Now my dick be
In the hole where she pee pee
I might get freaky
Open up my ass cheeks and let her eat me

[Hook]

[Christine McLean]
Better close your eyes or I’ll make you come quick
I want some next shit when my friends take your dick
I could watch [?] make a lesson
Fuck me fuck the rest of them
Shook your leg while you sleep

[Akinyele]
Ha put them up in the anal
I be liquiding like drano
Arch my back like a rainbow
She came fast I came slow
Lame ho
Same ho
Y’all know how the game go
Bitch talk shit till she get hit by man dingo
Every time I think I’m single
I go out and fuck and mingle
Push up on a girl like ringo
Get her open just like Kinko’s
I’m shooting the gift just like Kris Kringle
Refilling the penicillin so when I pee it didn’t tingle
Ak-ne-zel go out in space fuck around
And make aliens give me head like Sam Cassell
Give a fuck
I could suck
Like vacuum cleaners
My nuts and penis
Make girls come like subpoenas
And ain’t no nigga that could come between us
I’m like a A felon he just a misdemeanor
I got a oscar mayer he probably got a wiener
I got bad black bitches he got [?]
I give back shots while he take it like Abner Louima
Shit

[Hook 3x]

AKINYELE – Rob Swift (Live In Philly)

Yo, Virginia, check it out
One time, let me rhyme on this
Slow it down a little, slow it down one time
Slow it down one time for me God
Slow it down man, slow it down man
Slow it down
Yeahhhh, right about there, uhh
Yeah, check it, yo
Killin the mic when I be grabbin it
I’m like a kid to birth control pills
- cause yo, I’m not havin it!
Fuck that, it’s the real rap
The ready whenever to react
It don’t matter where I’m at, I don’t carry maps
Guys you better recognize
I’m one of illest, lyricists, that ever exist
So watch your back like Zorro
I take a toll on your ass, like the triboro
Fuck it! I’m thorough
You niggaz better face the facts, or get smacked
in the face with the gat, I turn
pretty boys, into craig Macks

You know what I’m sayin, word up, word up
Aiyyo this is Ak-nel
Virginia, we out of here, yeah!

AKINYELE feat. Christine McLean – Really Love Me

[Akinyele]
They said love is love
They said love is love
It go love is love

[Christine McLean - Hook x3]
Do you really love me
Or is you just trying to set up to bug me

[Akinyele]
Ha I done mess with the baddest hoes
From the nicest to the maddest hoes
From the slimmest to the fattest hoes
To the average hoes
Star status hoes
To the street hoes
Who be wearing Tim-bo’s
To the house music hoes
Purchasing clothes
From [?]

[Christine McLean]
Don’t matter how you feel about the mother G
Cause those girls ain’t got shit on me
I got a grown woman’s body you can plainly see
With a don’t grow on the pubic hairs with me
But there’s more to this than just pussy

[Akinyele]
Well hi how you doing my name is Ak
I came out my mother’s twat
With a giant ass cock
I’m the nigga that the bitches have to watch like swatch
When I’m up in their crotch I get stuck like stop
When I’m in their bed box I make them hop like scotch
They call me lego
Make them scream for blocks and blocks
You don’t go down low
How that sound Yo
Messing with Ak don’t try cause you bound to blow

[Christine McLean]
You must really treat me to the foreskin
But just say oh please hold your motherfucking horeses

[Akinyele]
Not no prisoner for re type thing
In other words I won’t be horsing around like mustang
It’s a small thang
How I do my thang
Never mind who I brang
Bust your gat and I’ll bust right back
Like boomerang
We could get street like slang
Or I could eat you out till my lips is orange like tang

[Hook x3]

[Akinyele]
Ha It’s like a bird’s a bird and a duck is a duck
Similar to love is love and a fuck is a fuck
I respect a chick
Who treat my dick
Like lipstick
And don’t get up like chubby checkers and get it twisted
Realistic
I wonder do you swallow
Trying to find out today but you like any tomorrow

[Christine McLean]
But tomorrow’s just another day to wait
A real bitch like me needs foreplay
All the way from the gladdest nights to the mother’s day
When it comes to sucking dicks yo I don’t play A big sperm
Come off the top of your head like toupee

[Akinyele]
Ha girl there you go
Trying to out do me in my perverted like flow
Don’t you know
You’re dealing with the pro like [?]
Keep your mouth zipped before you get rocked like [?]
Step in
When I [?] in
Slept in
And sexed in the bed
You should see the way we spread them legs
Cause that’s the type of shit that I does
When it come to Ak-nel love is love
It goes

[Hook x10]

AKINYELE feat. Complexion/Curly – Rather Fuck You

[Akinyele]
Is the Bronx up in here
Is Queens up in here
Is Brooklyn up in here
Staten Island

[Curly - Hook x2]
I’d rather fuck you girl
[?]
Spread out spread out spread out
[Complexion][during hook]
Woman when it come to other gee’s
We tell them bitches to flee

[Complexion]
Now we could start this shit up on the living room couch
At your mother’s house
As I push push
Up in your bush
Like a fucking deush
I think of different ways
That we could lay
Before we foreplay
So we could fuck fuck all through the night
And through the day

[Hook x2]

[Complexion]
I say fuck them bitches
That I used to mess with
They knew I should of knew when it comes to handling real dick
I like when it’s mushy
And the sex is wet and gushy
I love it when you push me
When I’m humping up in your pussy

[Hook x7]

[Akinyele]
Hey yo this is Ak-nel
With my man complexion
And curly from the Rasta block
We do it like this on funkmaster flex tape
So we give you the real 60 minutes of fuck

AKINYELE feat. Crystal Johnson – Put It In Your Mouth

[Crystal Johnson]
My baby left me,
left me sad and blue
I didn’t know what to do…
without my baby baby baby baby
And then I met his best friend
and he took me to his house
And I said… I said…
(what you said baby) let me tell you what I said

Put it in my mouth
She said put it in her mouth
I said my motherfuckin mouth
I mean her motherfuckin mouth
Put it in my mouth
She said put it in her mouth
My motherfuckin mouth

[Akinyele]
You wanna go down why not
I be like Herbie and Hand-you-a-Cock
And tell you that my name is Ak’
Get on your kness, make like the breeze begin to blow
But don’t give me no Ralph Lauren grin
If you’re not down to go low (deep in my mouth)
I’m all about mouth fuckin
only if you down for dick suckin
if not, B.J. and a beer…keep truckin
and fuck chapsticks
I’m comin ashy as hell, wit chapped dicks
for your chapped ass lips (down in my mouth)
creamin your teeth like dentists as I’m rubbin them
With an erection like injections, fuck it I be druggin them
Numbing up your tonsils, like ambesol anesthetic
Cummin down your throat like chloraseptic (take it out my mouth)
No time for apologin.. girlfriend if you..
swallowin {gurgle}.. garglin
I’m givin bitches permanent beards
Put your lips here and catch these damn facial hairs
in your mouth

[Crystal Johnson]
Put it in my mouth
Put it in your mouth
I said my motherfuckin mouth
I said your muthafuckin mouth
Or you can just eat me out
Or I can just eat you out
You can eat me out
Yeah, what’s that all about?

[Crystal Johnson]
Now you can lick it, you can sip it, you can taste it
I’m talkin every drip-drop, don’t you waste it
Baby, slurp it up, it’s enough to fill your cup
It’s finger lickin good, and I’m wishin nigga would
Go down kinda slow or even fast
I’m always sprung once I feel your tongue in the crack of my ass
Just eatin me-nigga
Goin out like that boy you pack such a tasty treat
And you can e a t m e o u t
But put it in my mouth
Put it in your mouth
I said your motherfuckin mouth
I said your motherfuckin mouth
And you could just eat me out

what do ya choose to lick
you could eat me out
pussy or dick?
put it in your mouth
people through out the world
I said your
muthafuckin mouth
man it’s your pick
put it in my mouth
what do ya choose to lick
put it in my mouth
pussy or dick?
I said my muthafuckin mouth
people through out the world
just put it in my mouth
yeah it’s your pick
muthafuckin mouth
what do you wanna lick
and you could just eat me out
pussy or dick?
in my mouth
people through out the world
put it in my mouth
its..your..pick..hah
baby-baby in my mouth
its your pick..pick
let me go down
uhh, uhh
people through out the world [laughter]

AKINYELE – Pussy Makes The World Go Round

[Akinyele x2]
It’s just a typical Akinyele song [x2]
About love

[Akinyele x3 - start of hook]
Pussy it makes the world go round [x2]
You could have a son or a daughter if you fuck me down
Cause pussy makes the world go round

[Akinyele x4]
Pussy makes the world go
Pussy makes the world go round round
[End of hook]

[Akinyele]
Ha ha
I know mad guys
Who in love with their wives
Call them pussy cats
Cause they survive getting stabbed
With about 9 lives
For all 9 wives
Went with 5 guys
Lying between your thighs
You realize
This motherfucker siamese
Squinting his when he talk as if he was Chinese
But then he started purring like the Guyanese
Until one day niggas around the way dissed his main squeeze
She came upstairs bitching
Who listen
Niggas infront there feeling was straight dissing
Throwing hints when I’m walking by blowing kisses
He was like what shit skip the ripping
Get the smith and weesun
Add the clip in
When I said started spitting
Even hitting
Motherfuckers who was down with him
Blood everywhere
Until the gay niggas on his team still compare
In the vaseline
Cause they put them in and dissapear
Yo buck buck buck
Pull his dirty ass up
Then seeing the police
Sir-reens flashed up
The adrenaline make them surrender start bagging them up
Bloody vision
Living in prison started grabbing his nuts
Told the cops it’s his dick that hey all could suck
He started backing them up
Waving his gat
Like he clapping them up
That’s when to g’s
Came from behind trees
And robbed that
Instead he loaded and cocked back
He said fuck that
Turn his hat from his front to his back
Laid his index
Like windex and squeezed on the gat
Immediately he started stumbling back
Cause the SWAT team repeatedly laid his ass flat
As he laid on his back
Girl rushed to his side picked him up off the floor put him on her lap
Got blood on her dress
From the open flesh
Of the bullet wounds left in his chest
Cardiac arrest
She said uh uh don’t go
What about little Kada
As she stretched him out on the tar
Tried to give him mouth to mouth CPR
But he just lay there stiff
She grabbed his hand
And placed it about her heart on top of her breast
With blood this is for the love of her sex
This is all for the love of her sex [x4]

AKINYELE – 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]

AKINYELE – 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

[Chorus]

[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]

AKINYELE – Messing With My Cru

[Alisha Hill - Hook]
Messing with my cru [2x]
We will kill you [2x]
You don’t have a fucking clue (clue)
What we came to do [2x]
You don’t have a fucking clue
What we came to do [2x]

[Akinyele]
Ha I roll on your doo like bamboo
Man listen
Ak-nel stay in condition
Like shampoo
There ain’t a man who
Can handle
Once I back slap you
Or clap you
Bullets in your skin like a tatoo
Now back to
Reality
You ain’t as bad as me
I get down
For my clan
Till they call me your magesty
Nigga fat as me
Still fuck with strategy
My dick stuck way up where her blatter be
But that don’t matter see
I’ll serve your ass like Andre Agassi
Fuck tennis
You dealing with a straight menace
Wailing on your ass like Venice
Well uh
Got it sewn like a tailor
Float like a sailor
Truck like a trailor
Scope with the [?]
All the above I’ve done the like Austrailia
Straight bailing you out
One call from jail
Aiming you out like Master P
That’s what we be a about
I got ammunition
For those dissing
This ain’t R&B
That’s why I’m skipping
All that rip shit
I land one
With the hand gun
You could go ask Charles
And he’ll tell you
I’m the motherfucking man son
My gun had bust many mans
watch many mans
Get swept off there feet like dust pans
You get touched man
Messing with us man

[Hook]

[Akinyele]
Ha I’m untouchable like Elliot Ness
My foot will lay you down to rest
And bless you with that Russell Simmons saint
And say thanks for coming out and God bless
Bow fuck that bullet proof vest
I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest
It’s the Ak-nel
You know I rock well
I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells
Who the hell
Want to touck this veteran
Murder is the medicine
Fine I’ll stop the peddaling
Bullet in your brain
Leave your head in pain
On the ground you’ll be laying
Reaching for exceteran ceteran ceteran
But fuck that headache
You headed for a wake
I through the gun in the lake
So they don’t see me upstate
Now they don’t have a clue and shit
Around the way
I see your name
Written on the walls
Like rest in peace in you and shit
Your crew they ain’t doing shit
Your mom’s talking about the city had you suing it
I got the name Michael inbreded on the mack 11
they send punk niggas on the highway to heaven
You want to see God hit you with about seven
You want to see God hit you with about seven
Like you shop in Pensylvania your blood straight redden
Get it redden Pensylvania
You want to shoot a fear one
I might swing my hands like Macarena

[Hook 2x]

AKINYELE – Juan Valdez, Love

[Akinyele]
In the name of the Father the Son the Holy Spirit
Amen
I Dios Meo
Send me a girl to love
A girl to fuck
A girl who love me for me
Juan Valdez
A latin queen where I can walk the fucking beach with
Ondelay ondelay ondelay

[Papa Suave - Hook]
grande juevos
[spanish talk]

[Akinyele]
I see sexy ladies everyday
You no say which one I deals with today
You look so good my latin queen
Together me and you can experience american dream
Let’s fly over the Titanic
And go to the Hispanic land
Where the beach exist only when you holding hands
Walking through the sand
[spanish talk]
Let me be your man
And they say that jackass gave for donkey knog
My balls slap on my thighs when I walk like ping pong
Got little like king kong
Far from mighty Conga
Guns with banana clip like black [?]
Strip you butt naked like [?]
Face down on the tongue
Bang bang dong dong
I got Ricky Ricardo tattoed on my chest
I got Selina’s name tatooed on my chest
I got Tony Montana tatooed on my chest
And the guy who sing lambada tatooed on my chest
And all these tatoos is what I’m trying to says
You can’t get me cause I’m already dead
Juan Valdez
Si, hello fuck the feds
My guns go boom bang
To this day I say fuck [?] Roberto Durang rang
But I’m looking for a wife man
Because

[Hook]

[Papa Suave]
[more spanish talk]

[Akinyele]
This is for all the girls I fucked before
Juan Valdez
I don’t wants to deal with whores no more
Juan Valdez
All the girls who stood with me when I wore
Juan Valdez
Todays you rich yesterdays you was poor
Juan Valdez

[Hook]

AKINYELE – In The Zone

[Verse 1: Akinyele]
I swing swords like musketeers, the gun blaze
Lay you down like wave, when you brushin your hair
I don’t care who you are and get, go tell, Ak-nel
Been on every record la-bel, CEO’s know
that I dead Presidents like Lee Harvey Os-well
Look what they did to Prazwell, put together the Fugees
You see how they (Doo) like (Scooby)
But Ak truly use dem for, dey use me
Money to make, Spongecake like Suzy
Fool I spill [?] like Lucy – these hot and double slugs
make your blood boil and bubble like jacuzzis
Nigga I did Biz like Cool V
Get it, Biz and Cool V
The dude who used to spin for Markie
God you small like yawkies[?] fuck the car keys
You frail I trail you home like RV’s
Automatic Desert Eagle haunt me
Cause I keep static, like walkie talkies
Go to studio with my love, just to talk
As my voice skate on the board like Tony Hawk

[Chorus]
Ak, ak, come the fuck on
[scratched:] “let me set you straight”
I put rappers and singers in they place
[scratch:] “that’s right”
Smack fire out ya ass
“Sorry if my loud crude vulgar voice is givin you a headache!”

[Verse 2: Akinyele]
The real rhyme sayer, that gotta spray ya
This dude been rude since Ice Cube used to wear, activator
Who the fuck you wanna be, “Boyz N the Hood”
Nowadays kids grow up, wantin to be Suge
But fuck that, buck that, real rap, come back
Clik-clak, and stick yo’ ass like thumbtacks
Nevermind where my slugs at, I’m finnin
to have your head spinnin down the street, like a hubcap
My gat clap, like pitty-pat, fuck a Smith & Wes
I pack a Funk Flex, cause I bust (Big Kaps)
I lay you nigs flat
My AK spray at your toupee, and push your wig back
I got lyrics as soon as you hear it
It sound sick and psychotic, you be like Ak still got it
I’m exotic, I’m dope like narcotic
Thoughts so ripe they feedin me antibiotics
The world hottest, they say I’m a little too modest
cause I walk holdin my balls like the Globetrotters

[Chorus]
You think you can hang with Ak? Ha, come the fuck on
[scratched:] “let me set you straight”
I put rappers and singers in they place
[scratch:] “that’s right”
Smack fire out ya ass
That’s what you get if you step to the Ak
[two loud explosions] [scratched:] “blown to bits”
[scratched:] “blown to bits”

[Verse 3: Akinyele]
Let’s go, yo
You don’t want no part of, you soft like Jimmy carter
I’m big like Nell Carter
Slam yo’ ass like Vince Carter, you want harder?
I, part your head like a barber
Bomb yo’ ass like Pearl Harbor
Slaughter throw ya body in the water
You want harder? I’ll, straight, slaughter your daughter
Make your Dame Dash like Shawn Carter
Fuckin jet like a charter
You want harder? I dress harder
I wear a baseball bat cause I’m a troublemaker real starter
Niggaz is fish like tartar, you want harder?
I, go to Atlanta bust yo’ ass like the martyr/Mardi
Twentyfive to life for four bodies, fourth quarter
You want harder? There’s no harder
I’m the hardest, rap artist, yo regardless shit
if you a gold or platinum artist
My mac-10 stick men like the (Midnight Marauders)
Get it? Stic men, album cover, “Midnight Marauders”
Split your coconut, like pina coladas, yeah

Come the fuck on