Akrobatik

Akrobatik - Militant Raw lyrics

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[Verse 1]



Weather Army, Navy, Air Force, or Marines



Your whole armed forces couldn't stop this one man team



You can't detect the effect of what my words'll do to you



The effect of my tech's - it's similar to thermonuclear...war



This style is type militant raw



Holdin' the audience prisoner in ways ya never saw



I run through your whole outfit without flaw



The outlaw type'a kid you're proud to shout for



It's funny how good guy now becomes the villain



Money has become God and all squads are illin'



I'm a 102-years-old at the tricentennial



Chillin', if not, an intricate plot will now be my feelin'



Rough, rugged, raw, still values I'm instillin'



?And the chillin'?, hopin' to lower the rate of killin'



Years from my demise, you'll see that my plan is still in



Implementation, it'll come in the form of activists



Sent to fix nations, for now listen to ?Akengers?



Represent your station, spot, domain, or location



But understand we from the same rotation



Good versus Evil, both nations at war



This style is type militant raw







**skratching of various samples**







[Verse 2]



This is the illest war recorded, from Glory to Soldier Story



Organizing a regime to leave your team gory



They can't hack it, so I'm strappin on my Full Metal Jacket



So is to bomb the population in the upper tax bracket



So we can uplift these inner-city sanctions



And once my message cranks in..., bring the tanks in



Then I'm bombin from an aircraft carrier



Final Fantasy Tactics back to space harrier



In other words, new schools are old, check my smart bomber



Check my triple-W-dot-Akrobatik-dot-com



Check my plan of attack for world dominance



It ain't no over the top hate shit, just common sense



I'm intense beyond your definition



Blow a million heads up with out no ammunition



Or no pistol, just this New England Patriot missile



To explode your frame, leavin no remains except your gristle



I get respect, 21 gun salute



Got many rhyme philosophies but none pollute...the brain



I spiritually massage you to the core



My style is type militant raw







**skratching various samples into fade**
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Language: English

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