| (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 mother****ers | |
| 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 mother****ing 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 **** you right on up (3x) | |
| So if you want to | |
| Get up (8x) | |
| I'll bust you down | |
| We came to **** 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 **** you up (12x) | |
| Hook |