Fuck throwin I throw incinerators at rappers talk garbage about the Ak, they know me from a tree in the forest My name's not so I don't sweat it Most y'all know I cut ya like cheese that's cheddared I been around the world like Lisa tour bus Tearin niggaz up from here to West So don't front you don't know what my name is Before I start diving up in that ass Greg Louganis That's not my one AMOS You take my style and squeeze lips like probably you see your life stopped, you're FAMOUS I another rapper try to TAME THIS I hit you in the Once reach for the damn A-LIST still, this ain't the boy sex-appeal it's Ak, a.k.a. the real deal I make rappers stutter, y-yoyoy-yoyoy-yoyo I out the Das EFX in a motherfucker I livin than a mansion, you hear me? You fear me, you're just a Little House on the Leave Hurricane Ak come blowin in All you motherfuckers best to like the wind the news forecast I a con niggaz'll stick ya on your butt If light in the ass Close your eyes, and it's time to recognize The Ak keep on checkmate
Check over there, and then check over Just lend me ear, c'mon listen
Nigga you just can't me Child abusers walk around, knowin they can't beat me So don't try to take the winner's Aiyyo this ain't April 1st so don't dare fool It don't get no liver, I'm hittin harder a chastiser I flip like saliva, poundin on your BRAIN With the shit I'm SAYING I got more than a panhandler on a TRAIN Huh, it's rare if I don't props I'm the Ak I tear that ass out the like a benzie box You know the rules if you ain't Stay on the hush and get played like Sunday school and get scuffed, I put to bed like newlyweds Sing rap eulogy 'cause now good as dead Hit the deck, I round it off like a Tec I play you like a game of and keep your ass in check
Check all around, and then check for them the fuckin real sound, break down
In English, MC's can't Similar to a car crash, I got rap in a you wanna get loose and hang out Remember I done turned enough troops The Last Boy Scout Think you'll Then come try Otherwise make like a librarian and your ass quiet I'm out to the winner's cup All you number one contenders just got knocked to the up What nigga what? I'm up the spot with dynamite by the Ak Airports they to me Shit 'cause I fly so much heads yah have my own travel Rap's are fat like SUMO, slammin like I won't get abused numbers, I'm MENUDO I got the art pat, pass the courderoy this bad boy about to to slack how "I could just kill a maaaan" I'm and puttin brothers out with these Edward Niggahands Ten of death, grippin micraphones my own, sparkin rhymes up like grindstones Rippin up Creating a mess on stage out of comedian like Gallagher My is filthier than a HAMPER Dirty like a On top of I've been through more shit than PAMPERS Fake is I ain't But the Great, don't know me from a can of paint Listen to how the vibrate You can't relate, I got your brain on checkmate
Rob Swift is his name, with Akineyle in the You're best to maintain, as we aim for brain as we aim for brain (3x)