Yo yo yo yo yo

What's the password.. password..

Yo yo yo

You know the password.. password..

I know it, password is +Detonator+

Let me type it in real quick: "Welcome!"

Aight, let's check this: "You've got mail!"

Word up, bust it

 

[Verse One]

The internet's your medium of choice

cause nobody really wants to hear your corny ass voice

You ain't a MC just because you could type

On the mic in real life your ass'll get sniped

You a man with a mouse who can't rock the house

Jerkin off to gay porn while wearin your girl's blouse

You know you never seen no real life fame

So you're lookin for some recognition through a screen name

(No doubt) No threat, y'all ain't the pro set

Rappin ten years and not a paid show yet

I love to get online and shine and drop bombs

but my music can be found on more than dot coms (word up)

Your website gets a whole lot of hits (right)

but in the real world son you ain't sayin shit

Cats run they mouth on AOL

but everytime they drop a twelve inch, they don't sell

You love the anonymnity, you hide behind the shadow

Always tryin to get someone to chatroom battle

Cryin cause heads only rhyme one syllable

Who made the rule you gotta use every millisec

because it's fillable?

I'ma snatch your webmaster, break both his legs

Post it on your site, format it as .jpeg's

Rip you on your own site and sign your guestbook

then go into your chatroom and leave the rec shook

What percent of these rappers can compete? (Nil)

Reboot they whole shit, control-alt-delete

Yo, you can have a PC and a Mac

but you internet MC's can't see AK



[vocal scratching]

If a rapper try to diss.. wh-wh-when you online

I ahh I ahh crush the motherfucker

Rapper try to diss.. wh-eh-wh-eh-wh-eh-when you online

Ahh ahh ahh I crush the motherfucker



[Verse Two]

Carpal tunnel syndrome, can't make a fist

I rip every MC on your buddy list

Show the light to you so bright that your eyesight fail

Now you doin all your correspondence through eBraile

Cats get online and start all types of static

But heads without computers know whassup with Akrobatik (true dat)

cause I rock real mics in real life

Rip real crowds, real shows, real cyphz

Plus your anonymous gab, it don't bother me

I don't give a fuck if you got AOL or Prodigy

Your crew screams that you the illest of all time

when your only fans are all your nerdy friends that rhyme

And even if you was nice, no one'll ever hear

cause you in front the keyboard too much to develop your career

(Say word) And half of y'all is just teenagers

You don't know jack about what rippin up the stage is

So I'ma get a crew of online MC pirates (right)

Infect all your computers with a flesh-eatin virus (uh-huh)

Chew up all your fingers so you can no longer type (say what?)

then expose your lack of flow when you approach the open mic

So internet MC's, heed my advice

Online keystyles don't make you nice

Bring it to the streets and start to rabble rousin

Sincerely yours, Akro 2000

What percent of these rappers can compete? (Nil)

Reboot they whole shit, control-alt-delete

Yo, you can have a PC and a Mac

but you internet MC's can't see AK



[vocal scratching]

If a rapper try to diss.. wh-wh-when you online

I ahh I ahh crush the motherfucker

Rapper try to diss.. wh-eh-wh-eh-wh-eh-when you online

Ahh ahh cru-cru-cru-cru-crush the motherfucker



[continue scratching "crush the motherfucker"]



[AOL] Goodbye!