Akinyele

Akinyele - The Bomb songtekst

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It's the bomb, baby
 The bomb, baby
 With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
 [Verse 1]
 I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
 A bad young man from the Lefrack lands
 They say I got an attitude, that's rude
 Because I walked over Elvis' grave in some blue suede shoes
 PUNK, I got some some stuff that'll bust through your pest LUMP
 Clearing cells CHUMP, you know the Ak shit BUMP
 But every now and then they say (he's wack)
 But deep down in your hear you and them dudes from Ridley's don't
 believe that
 Everyone's down with the Ak brother
 Every place I go people be like UDDA UDDA, UDDA
 Trying to get the slang down pat, using verbs and syllables, shit
 But I'll flip the style like half a brick
 So give me space like NASA, one deep like a bachelor
 I turn shit over like a spatula
 You know how it goes by now, word to God
 Lyrics are so hard they'll be Kevin Costner's bodyguard
 Move over Whitney Houston, I'm not losing
 By the way woman, yo, my name's not Susan
 It's the Akenyel, I rock well and with more clientel
 Then a guy with long caps of crack to sell
 I take poetry and start illin' with it
 Homicide police be looking for me from the way I be killing and shit
 You niggas can't push along, with the Ak song
 Because thise shit here's the bomb!
 Chorus
 [Verse 2]
 I catch wreck like an automatic tec
 Ripping rhymes as if it was written with Gilletes
 Rapping over slamming tracks
 My hand's compared to a drug called crack
 Because it don't take much to get your ass smacked
 So you can save bullshit
 Word is bond get your shoehorn
 Because I got a style that fit
 See Akenyele be cold cuttin' brothers up like a DELI
 Keeping my cool like Arthur FONZARELLI
 I kick more black ass than Jim KELLY
 Down with easy shit, this nigga TELL ME
 They give me mines from state to state
 And gettin' so much props, my career should be real estate
 So now it's time to face up
 But if you play your jaw like a sneaker yo it's bound to get laced up
 For the MC's that LOST IT
 I'll treat your rock rhymes like a frisbee, watch the Ak TOSS IT
 Selling out it what ya CAUSED IT
 Charlie Angel rapper make like Farah
 And get rinsed down the FAUCET
 Becasue I'm coming at 'em
 So save your devilish tricks for eve if you don't know me from Adam
 My lyrics are hotter than summer school
 My image, far from an air conditioner beacause I never blow my cool
 No thumbs up, nor a COLLAR
 I won't scream or HOLLER
 I make MC's sit their five DOLLAR ass down
 Because all they do is scream and speak in tounges
 RAH RAH RAH, but I bust your motherfuckin' lungs
 Burning up charts with the rhymes I spark
 Cardiology is the word because it comes from the heart
 Brain is on steroids, keeping the lyrics strong
 Huh, this shit here is called the bomb!
 Chorus
 [Verse 3]
 I keep the mic like glass, because I slash
 Thirsty rappers' ass on a Friday night without no hockey mask
 I make Jason meet his doom
 I hit him with the bass from the room that goes
 Ba-do-doom-do-do-DOOM
 You can't fuck with it beacaue I'm a little to exquisite
 For y'all snake-ass lizards
 Check my style right before you freestyle
 My style's hostile, Teddy Ted heard it he said "Oooh child"
 I'm quick to damage you amatures some of you pros
 Know on the downlow that I'll assassinate your character
 To think that they can get with this
 With all those dreams you fuck around and put Freddy out of business
 Becasue I'm a rapper's worst nightmare
 Bringing tears for fears, I'm more bad news than the BEARS
 Say a lot for success, I won't DARE
 I'm not Shadow Stephen so I cease to be just another Hollywood SQUARE
 I rope 'em like a lasso, you'd better dash yo
 Don't stand around and be another Dennis Leary asshole
 You'll get chopped like vegetables
 I leave plenty many hanging like testicles, huh
 Doing what I half to
 To get room to breathe even if it means knocking out your asthma
 This Ak flow ain't no fad
 I be smoking niggas like cigarettes because they style is just a
 fucking drag
 I done blew up the World Trade and Vietnam
 Huh, beacuse this shit here is the bomb!
 Chorus
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Not On Label (J-Love Self-released)

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1993

Taal: Engels

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