[Intro:]

Oh shit yo, this block party is def

Yo they got honeys, they breakin, they deejayin

Yo, yo they even freestylin

Yo Akir, yo c'mon, yo get 'em!



[Akir:]

Well sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick

Jumpsuits and fly kicks, Kangols with dope knits

And of course, the freshest chick to complete, my outfit

Cops be buggin out, so we split after we spit our hottest shit

My rhyme of reason cause a conflict

Shorties catch attention with a blow-pop lick, and turn they bop with a twist

Flick and throw the stick, havin me stiff

I gotta get but scared to use it cause my parents still riff

Music tradition, took knowledge, it cause friction in my livin

Black, diction on a GT's throwin life too easy

Front on my bike, like a CB, quarter waters

And the folks doin 'ports what my first dude bought

Game is a sport, Dominican, handball courts

Hold a jiggy in my Jordan cause my day's too short

Steady, holdin our fort, Washington, New York

And all my visits is short, I still need the support



[Chorus: Akir]

Aiyyo hip-hop, yo it runs in my veins

Until the day my words no longer convey

To the day my CD no longer plays, the crowd'll still be amazed

Even then my name still gon' reign, yo

Aiyyo hip-hop, yo it runs in my veins

Until the day the music drives me insane

To the day they drop me into the grave, the crowd'll still be amazed

Even then my name still gon' reign...



[beat changes]



[two men whispering to each other and spray-painting for 21 seconds]



[Akir:]

Yo, yo, he take a swig of raw Remy, creative juice loose

Street smart, apple-shaped heart, Timberland boots

Greg beat boost, chronic induced

While my larynx short fuse, antagonize by a limited juice

Tippin the ladders, bottle full throttle, time's gettin monotonous

Through New York metropolis, runnin through chic populars

Tired of makin sense/cents while my dollars don't work

Broke but rock riches religiously, horses on shirts

Catchin feelings for this rap shit, every song hurts

Connectin pieces of the puzzle in the struggle I learnt

Everyone that I found, one either drowned or burnt

Addicted to chicks, friction, herbals and tables that turned

What is the sound of underground without, people around

What is New York without, Uptown holdin it down

I'm doin shows for no dough, reside beyond no do's

And those are the flows with no way to expose it though



[Chorus]



[Interlude: Akir talking to a club bouncer]

Yeah, see it's bad from the startin (you can't cut up in here)

Yo, I'm on the guest list (what's your name?)

A.K.I.R. (you ain't on the list fam)

Fuck is you talkin 'bout yo?

(You ain't on the fuckin list, get to the back of the line man!)

Nigga it's my motherfuckin party!

(I'll knock you little niggaz the fuck out!)



[beat changes again]



[Akir:]

Father Time is passin me by, the illegitimate child

Masterpiece in music is torn, shout as a thug's wild

Playas threw a wet one in, fillin heavens in the Benz

And in my measurement, been on time to find the rest of it

Shit ain't the same, life's no longer a game

Uncle Penny-Bags rock through rags and platinum chains

The clique name I boast up, taggin up, on a poster

Owing these, smokin trees while we post up

A young buck feelin old as fuck

Steady laughin at the world, passin the buck, still we stuck

Sleep now, or forever die restless

I fence with a number 2 pencil and indent kids