Akinyele

Akinyele - Checkmate lyrics

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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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Interscope Records

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Released in: 1993

Language: English

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