(No suckers) 



[VERSE 1] 

I leapt over giants beats, did death-defying feats 

With the underground sound that keep supplyin the streets 

The fiends form a line that'll wrap around the block 

Pumpin around the clock, I'm always down to rock 

Somethin that'll motivate your flock 

When I take the floor make sure the gates are locked 

That brother Ak put the party in a state of shock 

My rhymes stay fresh because I rotate the stock 

At least once a day to get 12 months play 

I supply the high so you can put your blunts away 

Here, take a pull of this and get bent 

One hit'll get you open to the fullest extent 

110% when I represent 

For every step I went this brother left a dent 

When I break ground with magnificient sounds 

Step in the ring, you wanna be king, you get crowned 

I came down to the planet Earth to give birth 

To hip-hop, I did the Wop and the Papa Smurf 

The Spank and the Patti Duke 

Then Parker Lee hit me with the alley hoop 

So I took it to the hole with mic control 

Livin in the new school but I like the old 

Yo - so - I'm about to go way back 

To when my daddy had the sky-blue Caddy with the 8 track 

Bumpin the O'Jays, the Dells and the Bar-Kays 

The Body Rock, block party jam in the park days 

The penny arcades, hangin out by the pool hall 

Used to bop down the block with the box, old school, y'all 

Fellas said 'ho', the ladies screamed 'aw' 

But that was then and this is now 



[CHORUS] 

When you came in the party and you saw the crowd 

You shoulda read the sign: No Suckas Allowed 

This jam is for the real rappin fans 

To put the stomp in your feet and the clap in your hands 

The nod in your head and the hump in your back 

With a uncontrollable urge to jump in the track 

You know I'm 'bout to come up with somethin fat 

When I take control can't nothin hold me back 



[VERSE 2] 

How could you bop to the beat without feelin the sound 

That's like walkin down the street and not touchin the ground 

That's like takin the bus when you coulda took the train 

Standin up on the curb and got the nerve to complain 

Don't take the local, catch the express 

Hip-hop non-stop, I'm 'bout to get fresh 

To the beat y'all, I got style and finesse 

A real trooper, I'm still super without the letter S 

I freak the fly flows, hit the highs and the lows 

Rip shows and flip foes with my eyes closed 

And one hand tied behind my back, in fact 

Hold the mic with the other to show these brothers they wack 

Beat concrete down and grains of sand 

Tearin microphone to strands with my bare hands 

Spit poems that hit domes and split chromosomes 

I break bones and bricks and sticks and stones 

When I bust I kick up dust like cyclones 

Get in my no-fly zone, don't try this at home 



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[VERSE 3] 

When the party's packed but the MC's wack 

Got your back to the wall - who do you call? 

The brother, none other than the Al-, the Al- 

mighty supreme, I make your team seem small 

Allow me to explain the meaning of the name 

Break it down, make it sound simple and plain 

It means 'there is none greater', but some can't tell 

So not only will I say it but I spell it as well 

It goes A to the k, b, the a, the r 

My name is Akbar but some say bizarre 

Thought I wouldn't make it, that I couldn't take it this far 

Sucker MC's, you know who you are 

I remember when I wanted to roll with y'all 

And got treated no better than a hole in the wall 

All I kept catchin was crazy beef 

But I always knew I would come out like baby teeth 

Whoever said I fell off can step the hell off 

Picture that, pull a trigger back, lick a shell off 

That's one to your kidney, Sidney 

You can throw blows and still never hit me 

Or you can get me as a glass of Moët 

Blow the set with no sweat, you pose no threat 

So jet, step off, stay off, it's a lay-off 

Here's your walking papers, take the rest of the day off 



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