AKINYELE – 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 [x5]

Nobody tell her, because I luh hur

I luh hur [x8]

AKINYELE feat. Christine McLean – How Do You Feel

[Hook - Christine McLean]
How do you feel now that you know you cheated on me
Was she as good goody goody good as can be
How do you feel knowing that I know
And how do you feel cause I’m out the door
And how do you feel knowing that I cheated on you to

[Christine McLean]
And did she get you open with a 69
Doggystyle that’s from the back and from behind
Now did she do you well
Did she go down low
Did she take it fast or did she take it slow
See my guy he did me and he did me well
He kissed my lips
He touched my tits and then my panties fell
With some cherry jello and the cool whip cream
I feel man dick go up inside of me

[Hook]

[Christine McLean]
Now did she get you open with a second round
On the bed the chair or maybe on the ground
Was it as good as good as you though it’d be
Did the skinny amateur even compare to me
When my guy got finished with his love and flow
He showed me many many things that you didn’t know
And by the time we reached found 44
It took his time laid me down and we made love some more

[Hook]

[Akinyele]
Ha now I didn’t even mean to cheat on your pussy
I found another lady who said she’d fuck me for free
And I didn’t even like have to eat her out
The first thing she put this dick up in her mouth
Now I’m not saying that I was loving the chick
I was a little astonished from the way she ws sucking the dick
Do get me wrong later on I’ll probably be fucking the chick
Get on some Donald shit
Then start ducking the chick
Now the motherfucking moral of the story is
You cheat on me I’ll cheat on you that’s just how it is
My new sweetie she know I don’t come speedy
Before she give me long head like Nephrotite
Now what we do with me and you don’t go tell he or she
Keep it to yourself like Monica Lewinsky
So we don’t blow trial
Or get caught up
When we cheating in the night cause we get hard up
Keep the guards up
When you creeping through
Cause all the bitches that cheat this song’s for you
And all the niggas that cheat this song’s for you
And everybody that cheat’s this song’s for you
It goes

[Hook]

[Both x4]
Don’t trust no nigga or bitch that calls you the word boo
Cause they might be cheating on you

AKINYELE – Get Up

[Akinyele]
Yo it should be a crime
The way I murder these rhymes
I flip hundreds of lines
Cause I’m done hit this mic over 7 times
I shine
I glitter
In niggers pussy like cat litter
Who would ever consider this pepto bismol drinking nigga
Bring a ruckas and I’ll start shitting on you motherfuckers
Cause the raps I give
They running through your ass like a laxative Huh
I could get drastic
Like Rupaul swing that dried dick
I get aggy when I hit
I get you boombastic
Cause Akinyele only give you boom back shit
Original incredible lyrical hook for years
But y’all wasn’t trying to hear
Like you hear them through [?] ears
I kick it loud and clear
Make you whisper like those motherfucking temptations is out
Hey yea
I end careers
By the pier like pliers
This mic get iced once I cream niggas like wires
Paper weight fires
Play them both sides of the fence like barbed wires
But I will make your whole entire empire retire
Once I’m dressed in army atire
All you hear is repeated gun fire
Leaving your chest heated like clunky dryers

[Akinyele - Hook]
We came to fuck you right on up [3x]
So if you want to
Get up [8x]
I’ll bust you down
We came to fuck you right on up [2x]

[Akinyele]
Even on a blind date
You couldn’t get with me
I’ll put these hot ass tecs on your neck
And give you permanent hickies
Leave you in lakes like Ricky
Think that I was distributing whisky
The way niggas be riding on me tipsy
The rhyme chief maker, hittin punch lines
like a rapper who slammed his sister loose leaf paper
It don’t get no better than this
I got that medicine
For rock veterans
I’m bad to the bone like skeletons
Or some dracula shit
Biting mics turning niggas into vampires
Cause they can’t get no light huh
Kid can’t you tell
That it’s the Aki-NYELE
I be holding this shit down like a bucket ina well
Jammed like hell
And plus I rock your dome without stones
The black stallion
Pack the certified chrome to make you think I’m Italian
From the way that I roam
I drunk and stuck the microphones like BOOOO
Niggas think it’s dial tones
And start looking for Miss Jones
You clones
Are soft like foam
I like rap superstars out of their twilight ass zone
Like doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
When n n n n n
What the hell you think it’s the AK
You be like huh what
Like I’m yelling it’s my beat huh what
Niagga don’t sleep

[Hook]

[Women]
We came to fuck you up [12x]

[Hook]

AKINYELE – Fuck Me For Free

Lefrak City, Queens Yo this is Akinyele with my mans Complextion and
right now we representing all the guys with more than ten dollars in
they pocket who still gone be playin even though they not payin for the
whole night. You know what I’m sayin?

[Chorus]
Girl would you fuck me for free?
(Girl would you just fuck me for free)?
One fuck, One fuck
Girl would you fuck me for free?
(Girl would you just fuck me for free)?
Two fucks, Two fucks
Girl would you fuck me for free?

Yo if I ever had to go out spending cash for ass
I get it some Quarterback shit and I’ll just pass.
I’m a little too fast for ya’ll gold diggers
On that O.J tip straight tryin to duece a nigga
That’s why I don’t believe in holidays, or meeting your moms, eating
out, a restaurant or taking your ass to that prom.
I’m straight up like the collar on the foreigns
Living like our daughters are runnin ones Perion
Ladies fucking men for money all night long but that’s foul like a nigga
eating swan while reading the Qu’ran
The fire run game on they brain
You cats is dying died her up in the Ramada
With eight bitches and a pie pizza filled with anchilates
And all ya’ll girls can have a slice on me
Cause tonight me and my people we fucking for free

[Chorus]

You know how it is on these streets tryin’ to make a million
If I was talkin square biz I’d be out sellin’ Cicilians
Imagine I would pay for all the girls I fucked
I’d be broke as fuck with a broken heart
Plus I can’t fuck now what the fuck type of shit is that in this
position cause I was trickin like a magician
Girls in the world tryin to take your bread
Put your wallet in your hat nigga and hold your head
It’s the Akinyele, you know I rock well
Girl I get up in that ass like K.Y Gel
Said, if I want to fuck I gotta spend cash
Niggas must have had they tongue in your butt
cause you cause you talkin’ out your ass.
Huh, I just came to bust a nut
But if you want me to go down south girl listen up
“I wanna fuck” I said “I wanna fuck”
Yo, the farthest south I’m going is the accent
Check it out ” I wanna fuck” huh huh huh

[Chorus until fade]

AKINYELE – 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

AKINYELE feat. 10 Mil Group/Joelle Damien Jones/Rat Bar Shop – Down South

[Akinyele - Hook]
You I’m from New York
And connected with my down south niggas
Here this year
My nigga rap bone came to tear the club up
Yo my nigga chock came to tear the club up
My nigga joelle came to tear the club up
And this shit here should get all the thugs up
It’s for (the money makers)
What (the booty shakers)
Yea (my real niggas)
And fuck who (the playa haters)
Yea (the move fakers)
Ha (the immitaters)
Yo this is for who (the money makers)
Yea (the booty shakers)
Ha (my real niggas)
Yo and fuck who (the playa haters)
Yea (the move fakers)
And the motherfucking (immitaters)

[Rap Bone]
Now where I’m from these niggas dobn’t pimp they pro
Nautica shirts game hats
And nice sweats
And litle niggas got through the mall like packs of wild animals
Anticipating the showdown
In my town
Pretty [?] bitches get fucked
Then they stock just drop
They rpops go bankrupt
So tell me who’s pimping heartless
From Jacksonville to Charlotte
I got some [?] goddesses
On our twenty, many
A late lonely night
We coming back from some hype shit
Like FreakNik
Possibly Daytona
Chilling with hook dogs
Smelling the aroma
Drinking wine, from 1989
I’m blinding in the dinette set
And let the sunlight shine
Making vows to remain for ill and tight
Throughout all space and time
So from here to 19 ninety something
My word is as money
I hate to hear my real niggas hungry
So I’m going to represent with my shit
And hit the public
All types of angles
Strangling niggas
With electric car wire
And calling out the frauds like we fucking on fire

[Hook]

[Chock]
Now most chicks get they back blown
When I let my act roll
Conference on a track phone
I chock and rap bone
Joelle will pack chrome
All through your back zone
And I’m no thug
But will still aim at your black dome
And bust you
In a honda Or if I need to Augusta
You bet we going to get crunk
We pressure in a trunk
When I catch second hand from your dank when you flame your skunk
Then take all your bank in the game we tunk
I’m drunk, I guzzle VS, in a bubble GS
All chrome double BS
So on top look like a brother with DS
Down Syndrome
But if you want to find me come around wisdom
How do I say this calmly
You a clown kid son
And you need a check up so go get a papshmere
And if stripped to my wear
I’d have two gats bare
Only a few cats clear
On how I do that there

[Joelle]
I wreck yous down like molecules
When I play them fools
I’m just that little nast nigga
With the ladies sneaking on the jewels
The voice is calm
But my words are strong
Like hurricanes
I might spit
A little cum shit
But it won’t stop me from doing my thang
I maintain
When I slangs
From my native land
Upstate South Cleve West Anderson
It’s unexpected
They expect it just the same
Just get in line
Like Carolina’s in the [?]
We can’t be wrong
Growing up down here
You didn’t worry about no ride or no high priced gear
You got to boogy say boogy
Rode in like a champ
Wearing fake gold chain and no shirt is how we pimp
On all sides
The north south east and the west
To niggas got keys got pain got fresh
Fresh went to dope
And dope went to fat
Next thing you know the fools are busting all the gats
Except the parts
So you had to deal before dark
Smoking weed in the club
They don’t dance they just just party
Drinking cold malt liquor
Country ass niggas
Booty shaking
Shake
To make them asses move quicker
I picture that
We dirty like floor mats
Ride in the sports coupes big jeeps fly

[Hook]

[Akinyele]
I go down south to bust a nut
On a down south slut
Look her in the face and tell her girl I want to FUUUUUCK
She be like SHIIIIIIT
There Ak-nel go with that New York DIIIIIIICK
Here take a LIIICK
I beginning grinning
Cause I’m ready to hit it up
[?]
Point to the light
She be like
I going to go flick it up
I’m gorilla like king kong
While you niggas is little monkeys like Mighty Joe Young
Out of town I know crackers with correct ID
In other words I95 is where you find me
And buy guns from me
In exchange for crack
Road maps
Got me transporting gats
From the north
And the south tackle that
Bringing it back
To my New York money makers
Who smoke a lot and get high like sky scrapers
Down south I know girls who straight want to rape us
My niggas Rap Bone and Chock here to tape us
My nigga Joelle got some bitches flying in from Jamaica
I got some girls in LA who play like the lakers
Shiiiiiit
Because Hoes R Us
Everywhere we go mad love they show us
Even girls who don’t know us
Want to suck our dicks for us

[Hook]

AKINYELE – 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

AKINYELE – Coochie

[Dolly Wilson]
[Chorus x4]
My coochie is soo juuicy, yeah

This right here is for all the girls
who I used to talk to who didn’t amount to be shit in life.
You know what I’m sayin? All the girls who used to call
their man on me when I was in front of the building
just tryin’ to get their numbers,
try’na put my seed up in ‘em, you know..
All the girls who gave me a wrong number
when I just asked them for their fuckin’ phone number
tryin’ to call ‘em and hook up for a date and all that shit…
All the girls who left me in restaurants eatin’…
talkin ’bout they gonna use the phone
and left me with the fuckin bill….

HA! It was all a dream, I used to read Playboy magazine,
Niggaz gettin’ their dick licked with whipped cream
Women from all places, no matter what their race is,
Mami wanna put punani where your face is
I said “Ha, Whut?” Put my face by her trap
Smoke weed, bamboo, lick her in her private spot
Way back before niggaz even started smokin’ crack
They used to act, proooo black
Remember Brand Nubian, ‘One for all’
Who ever thought Akinyele would get paid for grabbin’ his balls
Now I’m in the strip bar, big rap star
Time to get laid, which one of y’all girls wanna get paid?
The lieu..tenant, sit behind windows tinted,
Remember when I used to push cars that was rented
Now I cop the drop top, made thier hearts stop
Drive another block , they be like “yo, that was Ak!”
Huah! I stay away from the A-I-D,
pack condoms like guns cuz thats the way I be,
One love to the late great Easy E
Larry Flynt, Hugh Heffner, and Ron Jeremy
Huah! I get pussy you know how I do,
call the crib last four numbers, ten-eighty-two
What the fuck?

My coochie is soo juuiicy, yeah [x4]

I can take the girl from the local streets
and take her to Cancun and fuck her on the beach
and I’m far from cheap, I make sure all my niggas get laid,
Open your legs girl, make some way, Hey-ay!
Around the way they used to diss me, girls never kiss me,
Now they writing letters how they miss me,
I never thought that hard work could pay off and shit,
I was too used to jerkin’ off and shit
Now the hunnies play me close, like the butter play the toast,
When I’m grabbin ‘em, I’ll be baggin’ them like a Coach
Condos in Queens, head blown for weeks
Feelin’ up the cheeks of the ‘put it in ya mouth’ freaks
Raw sex is what I fear, so I pack condoms when it comes to this here
I hump bitch! A bunch of bitchs grabbed the family jewels,
considered a fool cuz I get more ass than a mule
Stereotype of a perverted nigga misunderstood….and its still all good

[Chorus x9]

Yea this for all the girls when I used to call they house
they see my number on the caller ID
and they never pick up the phone..fuck you…
This for all the girls when I call ‘em
they answer their phone like “Hello” and when I say
“Its Ak” they act like their fuckin ‘sleep..
yeah fuck you…
This is dedicated to the Notorious B.I.G.

Oh my-my coochie oh its so fuckin’ juicy,
talkin bout my coochie oh its fuckin’ juicy [x8]

AKINYELE – 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]

AKINYELE feat. Complexion/Stephanie – Butt Naked

(I got a lady that’s with me
From Astoria Projects
Y’all must be crazy)

[CHORUS: Stephanie]
Alright, fuck it, I’m ready
Come on
(Come on)

Looking back in time
Through the corners of my mind
I see you standing there
(Standing theeere…)
Baby, how much I miss you
How much I want to kiss you
Run my fingers through your hair
(Yeah, yeeeah…)

[Ak]
Let’s get butt naked and fuck
(What the hell y’all wanna do?)
Forget the party
Let’s have a orgee
(What the hell y’all wanna do?) [2x]

[VERSE 1]
I fiend to hear the fly lady singin my shit
My dream’s like Martin Luther to be the King of this shit
Makin g’s and parlay, plus goin on vacations
Overseas, like them dudes who play for the CBA
You can catch I, on the streets of N.Y.
On some caterpillar shit, dressin butter, lookin fly
Money bulgin out my pocket, cause it just can’t fit
Movin like outfielders, cause I’m carryin knits
Even with suits on, or boots on
Gees give me the pee for free like a Luke song
Akafella drop dead, holdin dough up in my paws
While y’all make a little bit of bread like croutons
It’s on

Let’s get butt naked and fuck
(What the hell y’all wanna do?)
Yo, forget the party
Let’s have a orgee
(What the hell y’all wanna do?)

All the ladies sing along, sing

[Stephanie]
We don’t have to get butt naked
(Just take it off, just take it off)
But if you wake it, I’ma let you taste it
(Just take it off, just take it off)
We’ll never have to get butt naked
(Just take it off, just take it off)
But if you wake it, I’ma let you taste it

So what, so what, so what’s the scenario?

[VERSE 2 (satirizing Busta Rhymes in A Tribe Called Quest's 'Scenario')]
As I combine all of my love in you girls
Heel up, wheel up, gobble my nuts like squirrels
Powerful impact – boom! – in the pussy
Grabbin, screamin, she starts to push me
But I just kept on lovin
All in a sudden I started comin
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
This girl was hairy like that man Sasqwash
Ugh-ugh-ugh, that’s all that we said
Man, ugh, pardon me, ugh – back on the bed
As I turned her over, I said “I beg your pardon”
Tried to stick in in her butt, the girl kept on fartin
Pfrr-pf-pf-pfrr – like the human beatbox
Pumpin that ass up just like Reebocks
As I turned her over, I said “I beg your pardon”
Try to put it in her mouth, but the girl kept on maulin
Rrraw, rrraw, like Captain Caveman
My dick on her breast, and her chest just caved in

Let’s get butt naked and fuck
(What the hell y’all wanna do?)
Yo, forget the party
Let’s have a orgee
(What the hell y’all wanna do?)

[Stephanie]
We don’t have to get butt naked
(Just take it off, just take it off)
But if you wake it, I’ma let you taste it
(Just take it off, just take it off)
We’ll never have to get butt naked
(Just take it off, just take it off)
But if you wake it, I’ma let you taste it

Let’s get butt naked and fuck
(What the hell y’all wanna do?)
Yo, forget the party
Let’s have a orgee
(What the hell y’all wanna do?)

AKINYELE feat. Kool G. Rap – Break A Bitch

[A:] Akinyele, you know I break a bitch neck!
[K:] Kool G. Rap, you know I break a bitch neck!
[A:] Yeah break a bitch neck!
[K:] Break a bitch neck!
[A:] Break her neck, aiyo G catch the fucking wreck, set it!

[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap]
I can’t stand a bitch so I don’t treat and I don’t need ‘em
They want a niggaz cunt, so I just fuck ‘em like I hate ‘em
Hoes wanna oppose, like they know me or they knew me
But bitch you never blew me, so don’t say a fuckin’ thing to me
Cause I’m too fly to say hello HA HA
See you later, long good-BYE
Bitch yo, what you want pa
[A:] But you bitches look so good
But it don’t mean no give a fuck
If there’s one less bitches out the neighbourhood
Because I never did respect ‘em
You know you could never give a
Kool G. Rap a swift kick in the rectum
Check ‘em, develop a chick is a pig
Because mad niggaz bitches
They put they lips around a nigga dick (Come on niggaz)
Did they tell me how my dick is so much bigger (Yeah)
Swallow my nut if they forgot to call me Mister Nigga (Ah)
Sit back slap a bitch, Kool G. Rap
Bitch runnin’ off for the track
Then a bitch got it slapped
So don’t be a nigga sex-slave bitch
Don’t try to be brave bitch
You be a dead bitch in the grave bitch
Bitch you think a nigga and come beef out
Come bitch the-these house
Bitch I slap your motherfucking teeth out (Aight, my man)
Break it off bitch you want the drama bitch
You’ll have to homa, bitch you broke a seven bomber
Bitch I slap your mama bitch (Whoo-hie)
Pull out my dick and start suckin’ bitch
Or keep on puckin’ bitch, you stupid motherfuckin’ bitch!
Hog bitch you come and stalk bitch
You got a lot of heart bitch
For you to me you ain’t too smart bitch
Slap a bitch, I got a bag full of bitches
Try to steal a bitch, you get a head full of stitches
I’m hittin’ bitches with a tec

[Chorus]
[K:] Aiiyo break a bitch neck, break a bitch neck
[A:] Come on!
[K:] Break a bitch neck!
[A:] Break a bitch neck!
[K:] Break a bitch neck!
[A:] Come here bitch, let me break your neck!
[K:] Yeah break a bitch neck!
[A:] Break a bitch neck!
[K:] Break a bitch neck, aiiyo Ak catch some motherfucking wreck

[Verse 2: Akinyele]
Yo, beatin’ bitches up ain’t nothing new to me
Whether you’re down with social security
Or you’re just here in furity
A ain’t nothing but an agenda
You young bat, that comes and after all
You better hold on to your changes
Don’t come talkin that slappin’ shit
Cause that you’re a woman, Miss
Don’t think that it can’t happen bitch
I make, bitches panick and sweat for their life
It’s bad that bitches mostly get
Stabbed to death with they own knife
Todd skin bitches feel lack of blue
I cruise around town, cruise their ass with a .22 (Bitch)
Cali bitches get the gat that I’m blastin’
I think straight slang
Sprinklers I’ma [?] when they askin’
Get the man and his wolfpack
I pay them like D-pack
Each and everyone of them bitch is get slapped
Martial arts bitches get me fat
Who sees rollin’ Bun
We say; Return of the living dead (Huhh)
Nobody’s shit goes live
Miss Hong-Kong bitch
I break my foot up off in your ass (Yeah)
And don’t bitch that keep ‘em full of it
And the nigga alcoholic fake the thing
Some eyes in the third
And you are snitches, and never said it
Cause I be stompin’ they ass
Just like the class of the wedded
And dancin’ girls get me pissed
I’m the first straight hater to yell out:
Go stupid bitch! Go stupid bitch!
Ain’t nothing good about me, girlfriend
You want a good boyfriend, check the Merige[?]
I heard they got a few good men (Yeahh)
Don’t hear me I ain’t get no love (Fuck that)
I’m member of the bitch haters club
I don’t kiss and don’t pump ‘em up bitch
You stuck up bitch
“Don’t call me a bitch”
Oh shut the fuck up bitch!
You don’t get no respect, hell no!

[Outro]
[A:] Break a bitch neck!
[A:] Break a bitch neck!
[K&A:] Yeah ahahaha, word up!
[A:] See that fuckin’ bitch
[K:] Bitches must be fuckin’ crazy (Bitch, bitch)
You must be out your fuckin’ minds (Bitch, bitch)
Suck my motherfuckin’ dick! (Bitches ahaha)
[A:] You look like thaaaat
[K:] Bitch haters come, come and act up baby (Stop me)

AKINYELE – 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” ..
[fades]

AKINYELE – Ak Ha Ha! Ak Hoo Hoo?

It’s the ak ha ha, the ak hoo hoo [Akineyle]

[Verse 1:]
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 2:]
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 3:]
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 4:]
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 5:]
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

AKINYELE – Ak Da Hoe

[Akinyele]
My name is Akinyele
I be rolling like Pirelli
Knocking niggas out the box like skullies
Taking hoes directly to the telly
Make them scream my name two times like Pelle Pelle
Then I put her on they belly
Play it cool like Fonzerelli
From New York to L.A.
Will they
Sell they
Body to me to escape poverty
Before I started boning chicks
I used to watch the porno flicks
Every night I would fuck that same Yoko Ono chick
Anything to get wet
I guess I was just young sad and blue
Like the Lissette cassette
The world made me like this
Girls very rare gave me a kiss
Pulling my dick out only to piss
Now the tables switched and turned
And niggas straight like a perm
Bank I earn
No time to learn
One girl give me all of them
I’ll have a ball with them
And when we do change the numbers so they don’t call again
We probably see them at the mall again
Or the dance hall again
Fuck it if they wit it we could do it all again
You’re a true baller when
They treat you like a king like Soloman
Fuck them like you [?]
Who pussy who pussy
Now bring the chorus in

[Complexion - Hook]
He’s your ho
You know he’s your ho
He rocks three different [?] after every show
He’s your ho
You know he’s your ho
How do you know cause I told you so
He’s your ho

[Akinyele]
I don’t want to be a ho like no more
I’m ready to find some girl I can save my love for
Complexion

[Lissette]
You’ll be dick sucking
Clit fucking
My dick stuck in your back
[?]
Cause we heard that you like it like that
So when your man’s [?] bring your fucking ass back

[Hook]

[Complexion]
Go fuck her then come fuck me
Well you’re shit out of luck cause this bitch ain’t free
I had a fat piece of that and it must get bust
But you’re going everywhere and you want you’re dick sucked
And you want to come home pass diseases to me
Have me scratching my pussy like I’m looking for fleas
But I’m noooooooooooot
You’re ho bitch
And you can’t fuck me around
Cause you’re a ho

[Hook]

AKINYELE feat. Large Professor – In The World

[Akinyele]
Check it, check it, check it, check it
Say in the world (in the world)
Say in the whole round world (in the whole round world)
Say in the worrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllld, ha
(In the worrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllld) yes, yo, yo
In the worrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllld, yes
In the whole round world

[Verse 1]
I take it day by day, strivin to live like the Romans
Instead of shoppin at Lomans I wanna roam the globe wearin robes
Fuck, designer clothes and them minor hoes
I got my beer[?] back up against the wall like vaginals
tryin to go straight, instead I go diagonal
Which path to go, which path to walk
When I was young I used to push my niggaz through the park
and past marked shoppin carts, lettin guns spark
Desert Eagles and I’m not talkin bout motherfuckin hearts
Makin money, gettin dough that was my style
I wanted to blow, like some juve, who didn’t make it home from trial
Meanwhile I profile with two, guns that I’m holdin in
seperate hands, like I’m in the dancehall, bo-gglin
I know that’s when I had visions of, livin in prison
No time to ask questions, no time to start quizzin
Talkin bout – IT’S HIM, IT’S HIM, IT’S HIM, IT’S HIM
I get on some Channel Live shit and start to (Spark Mad Ism)
I represent my life with a silver knife made of sterl[?]
Carvin my heart sharp to stay on point in this world

[Chorus: Akinyele]
Say in the world (in the world)
Say in the whole round world (in the whole round world)
Say in the worrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllld, yo
(In the worrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllld) yo, yo, yo
In the worrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllld, yes
In the whole round world

[Verse 2]
I done been throughout the land and man it all seem the same
Ak-nel done caught enough planes like trains
Lookin for home improvement, makin out of state movements
Gunnin and sunnin, niggaz like students
I realized the world was in my hand ever since
I rubbed my fingertips, on my jeans and got the blueprints
Now I’m changin my, government, name like Prince
Y’all can’t see me, as if I was dressed in tints
Bein invincible, that’s the Joe Clark principle
I’m livin proof like alcohol with Dr. [?]
Too sensible, what you expect when this un+Usual Suspect+
leave the mic crippled and bent, like Verbal Kint
I still represent niggaz like legal aid
Front on me you take a loss, all day, every day
Better yet, catch a couple of L’s like Cool J
The Ak still rip, even if I don’t do that
EH, EHHH, EHHH, EH-EHH type shit – see me no make no joke
This rap pro got this whole flow way under control like remotes
I represent my life with a silver knife made of sterl[?]
Carvin my heart sharp to stay on point in this world

[singers]
In the worrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllld
In the worrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllld
In the whole round world

[Ak] Yo, yo, yo

[Chorus x2 to fade]

[Ak] Yes, in the whole round motherfuckin world!

AKINYELE – 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