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Akinyele - The Bomb lyrics
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! Chorus |
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