Verse One:

Yo, y''all know what''s about to happen
When I proceed to give you what you need and the Ak start rappin
I throw rhymes like children throwin balls on project bricks
In other words I be kickin that old off the wall shit
I don''t rehearse they don''t come better than
I don''t need light, cuz I''m a late night person like David Letterman
You know the whole repoitoire not far from a star
Baby Pah, the Ak can shine like ArmorAll

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Verse Two:

Akineyle, producing more stunning hits
So call me Ex-Lax, cuz I''m about ready to start runnin shit
Toss and TURNIN ya, watch Ak BURNIN ya
You can''t hold your own you fuck around and catch a HERNIA
(Akineyle)
So don''t sleep, nor yet drowsing
My name itself bring more Heartbeats than Robert Townsend
I hurdle over rappers like a stallion
Carry it back with more Fame than Debbie Allen, nigga

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Verse Three:

My lyrics''ll reign real bright so dim the lights and it won''t get DULLER
It doesn''t take Rosie Perez to see my living COLOR
I rain over heads just like an UMBRELLA
So strong that baby''s boosted and I''m FULLER
History in the making, never one for backspins
throw and kneel, but you''re still, MC''s I be BREAKIN
Ak saniTATION
I leave skid marks on the concrete streets
from all the brothers that I be scrapin

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Verse Four:

Permanent scars as I sabotage
My style''s so milky I should get down with Haagen-Daaz
More heatwave than a do rag does to a CAESAR
Give a thermometer a temperature of jungle FEVER
George like WHEEZY
Cuz I be burnin brothers just like, the neighborhood SKEEZER
Once the hip-hop strangeler
I throw your whole rap on a coat rack kid and just hang it up

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Verse Five:

So step to the AK-ER, the hip-HOPPER
And get your ass kicked like a game of SOCCER
Skills are fatter than a grease spot
cuz I love to rock that nasty home-cooked hip-hop
I watch girls check it, I make bitches wanna jump butt-naked
Like the Doo Doo Brown record
But now I peep on low and they have to stop
When they hear my name, the motherfuckin Ak