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Akinyele - Worldwide lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah We got my man extra p in the house But me and my man akinyele You know we goin worldwide this tour Cause yo you know how that go We gon' get together y'all, word up That's how we gon' bring it to you We gon' go all around the world Get this money, and do what we got to do Word up, my man rhasaan in the house We gon' bring it to y'all like this, word up Just give it to em ak.. uhh [akinyele] I been in and out all areas And all you true hip-hop fans, you know the ak's takin care of ya Slap your ass with real rap I keep it underground, like subways, so i can stay on track I'm not a carpenter, but i'll cut the rug Think you can hang with ak? ha, that's your brain on drugs Smack fire out your ass like a flag from _backdraft_ Didn't peep the movie, you don't know the half Schoolin mc's until they start learnin We don't gotta be mississippi to watch the ak start burning I kick that shit that's known to hit So much rap lines, you might fuck around and hang clothes on it But yo it ain't no thing in it, your static-free rhymes That you kick, need to be kicked, cause it doesn't got no cling in it Then you turn around and start singin it Hard akinyele be brought, so i'm here to start bringin it First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin bitch niggaz By the statistics, like, jeffery dahmer's Huh, scrapin you like a sculpture, murder you for the vulture My dozen dirty, my brains be donated to agri-culture So come on and face it, my skills are like medicine nigga You just don't wanna taste it You best to slide to the side, another corner of the map Cause this here is worldwide Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4x) [akinyele] Put them tired rhymes to bed, and loosen up your laces Your shoes are too tight, and now it's goin to your head Me you feel you can pull with Remember that i'm not a matador, so get off that bull-shit I put rappers and singers in they place A real rudebwoy with the raz', i write it all over your face Leavin you bloodier than a maxipad Crayola crayons, they'd have to color me badd So play like a midget and forget it Cause i put oil to the fire, like an arsonist When it comes time to set it I get more run than an athletic Sharp as a hyper-dermic Lyrics are flavored up like a dia-betic I recoups, and they try to step to this Nowadays i probably have as much kids as jerry lewis My rhymes drip like a razor, punch like joe frazier I don't sell shoes, because i don't believe in favors Ducks better break north, before i start Baggin that ass, like a motherfuckin washcloth Winnin battles cause i'm a hip-hop soldier Act like you know, and fuck what your girl told ya No bluff, for years i've been in this A nine to five employee don't got shit on me Cause i done stepped to nuff rapper business Beggin for for-giveness Channel 7 news and people from jehovah done witnessed The whole akinyele vibe You know what i'm sayin kid, this here is worldwide Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4x) [akinyele] Ak not catchin wreck, come the fuck on Ring the alarm, i drop bombs like the guard in vietnam I kick that shit, niggaz dream to write My brain so hot that it ignites, but you can't see the light Fast rappers can't speed by this, you better slow down Because i'm puttin the brakes on your ass like midas Nope, it don't matter what type of slang you drop I give you rope and you still can't hang with the ak For years i put ears through therapy Watch a episode of cheers before you come try the beer with me I graduated from lobbies, bangin on walls for a hobby I battle anybody, even a dead body I got rhymes that would attack ya So you better watch your back, or fuckin hire a chiropractor Ain't nuthin change from before, slap niggaz with mani-cures Stomp you down, after a pedi-cure Here's another lesson, i'm not a quiz So that talk about me not gettin biz that's out of the question It's a ak, jam, god damn don't get slammed You catch the backhand, word to my dead man You best to rest if you want peace Cause like a hooker from up the street, i'm down for beef I'm hotter than a sauna again the drama is rugged Word to sinead o'connor, i be tearin shit up Cause i sprayin immaculate, like a mac-11.. * impossible to make out the rest of the verse with voiceovers * I take you to london worldwide I take you to europe worldwide Come back to queens worldwide I take you to russia worldwide I take it to the north pole worldwide I bring it back to queens I give it to em worldwide I take it to the west indies I give it to em worldwide I take you to india I give it to em worldwide I bring it back to queens I give it to em worldwide I take it to germany I give it to em worldwide I take it to... |
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