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