Akbar

Akbar - 5th Element lyrics

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We got all the elements comin together on this track right here 

Earth 

Water 

Fire 

Wind 



[VERSE 1] 

I peeped your whole style, low profile 

I know now why these rappers act so wild 

They lack discipline, hardheads ain't listenin 

The gods said drop em a line like a fisherman 

My only rule of thumb is to school the dumb 

Deaf and blind, cause some got left behind 

You gotta crawl before you can walk 

Look before you leap and on these streets always think before you talk 

And if the shoe fits wear it 

If you got some new shit let me hear it 

If it's wack, that's a demerit 

Points deducted, meaning you can't fuck with 

Me, the crew or none of my peoples who I grew up with 

Me and my niggas we go back like triggers 

Since real we deal with actual facts and figures 

Like 1 plus 1 makes 2 

You can make that money but don't act funny and let that money make you 

I tell you straight up and down 

Before you put on your big red puppet nose and start to clown 

I can splurge ya fast, merge ya past 

Be kind and gentle or hurt your ass 

Now I'ma give it to ya however you want 

One rhyme'll hit your set and wet your ally front 

But don't front, you know I got just what you want 

It's forth and down, now should I run and kick the punt? 

Throw me the bomb, I'm goin deep 

Open your ears and close your eyes but don't sleep 



[VERSE 2] 

My name is often mispronounced 

I'm simply known as the man who came make your system bounce 

Feed me clips, then read my lips 

My think thank's a data bank that spits computer chips 

The spot-blower, pull out the flame thrower 

Perform live, survive the storm like Noah 

For all partygoers and rap fans alike 

Who pack stands, don't let me get my hands on the mic 

Cause ain't no tellin what I might do 

See, I'm not like you, how does that strike you? 

You beat us? Oh, you funny 

My click forever stick together like new money 

My joint kicks like '86 

The mic and two wheels of steel, just the basics 

Feels like I'm Uptown, 136 

Take me back home, give me heels three clicks 

See, I been doin this for more than a couple of years 

So come into my house, let me take you up the stairs 

Into my work den where I keep my drafting pen 

I drop hip-hop, we open shop after 10 

Wanna be an MC, gotta come to shop 

Learn the trade and then get paid to rock 

But if it ain't broke, don't fix it 

If it ain't dope, remix it 

If the MC's wack, tell him step back and let me kick this 

Watch the show, chill, I got this 

When I rock this the crowd's hostage 

I drop gems while your stones are semi-precious 

None can compare to the glare of my raw essence 

I shine while you lackluster the track muster 

Saved ya cause you'se a wack buster, we black hustlers 

Breakin bread at the roundtable 

Catch wreck when we connect mics and sound cables 

We sat down to divise a scheme 

And formed a double team to bubble more cream than the Jolly Green 

Forever I'm a vandal, too hot to handle 

Still hangin out like toes in a sandal 

I'll never forsake the funk or fake the vibe 

I'll never take a dive, never take a bribe 

I won't play the backseat or accept a wack beat 

You can check my rap sheet, my mics attract heat
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Language: English

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