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