|
Chorus:
|
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! |