Akrobatik - Black Hell Breaks Loose lyrics

Feat. Willie Evans Jr., Therapy (*ad libs*) (Eat dirt s**er) (Black hell breaks loose) (Verse 1 - Akrobatik) (Peep game), it's that brother known to get the party live (Peep frame), 6 foot 1, 245 (Peep the name), Akro, turn your rap show to shrapnel And send your a** back to your Advil gel capsules Been had ill raps bro, they hood influenced (uh) +Black Dialogue,+ try me dog, I'm good and fluent I'm from the land of the hoods and truants Call me a diamond in the rough Not your bounty boy, rhymin in the buff Shinin in the toughest visibility A dark vicinity, sk**s (sk**s) have reached a vinity, like the holy trinity Y'all fittin to be the next recipients of that gritty sh** That witty city sh**, that if you sleep on you an idiot Silly with spittin consonants and rhymin vowels (uh) And roll with a chick that pop sh** to Simon Cowell Prefer backwoods to white owls Rip tracks in your hood on the night prowl Show your white towel, for surrender You could never be a contender Big Ak holds the belt, when I go for self (uh) And I keep it on a shelf next to seven MC's skulls So throw your hands up now and represent people (what?) (Verse 2 - Willie Evans Jr.) (Peep game), Willie Evans Jr., what up dummy? (Peep frame), 210 pounds, kinda chunky (Peep the name), The AB's, but hey we save these Beats on a Ziploc, to rock fools with the (FUNKY) A lot of n***az with nail brains get hammered in my woods Cause I'm good with them words, the rhymer of the words, heard me (uh) I should have told 'em not to ride the green horse Now they fiend of course, froze they cold, whole crew is sherbet (uh huh) Bouncin heavy with a brick n***az say they ready but they rockin teddies, all excited tryna bite slick Might thicken your gums, then again you f**in bums Fight for radio bans and promote that sh** for income (uh huh) Hold it like I flop quads and short stack (short stack) And drop odd lyrics, shorts rhymin on horseback For real though it's Boca time (ha ha), that's word to Ak Listen yo, I'm serious, these cats crackin like cold ba**, uh It's facts like the industry is what it is and I'm "what it do, " without the metal mouth Welcome to the southeast, at least You ain't gotta be a Bush about it man You can hear that your a** whack from everybody, DAMN! (Verse 3 - Therapy) (Peep game), Therapy, I got next, the triple threat (Peep frame), yeah best, I'm 'bout a buck sixty wet (Peep the name), the +Brothers Alias,+ break is d**h When I double up, decks take a breath I uppercut ca**ettes, while you pump it up, step I asthma attack a task scan Unfamiliar masked man, k** you in the black lands Steal 'em with the backhand (whack), it separates the jaw piece Spit then split mic wires, electrocute your audience Your DJ's a ba*tard and I custom built his casket Dose your promo, acid, gas, liquid and toss matchsticks Hazardous fire to leave you hangin chain Lazarus Kindly remind you no one checkin here for that sh** The A in Ak split, the rhythm like a bad marriage Is to be, funky accident, I perplex your practices You see through, I'm 'ceitful Bump you up and braille read you You land a single blow, I will bow beneath your feet duke The one and only, outrageous, Phil Baroni Out the Yukon'll you, you phony and I'm on to you I'm gold Regal, I peeped you and I stole your tables Hit you with the jump cables and made your mouth's long as navels (OH!) (Outro - Cuts by Therapy) "Now, now that's the way that it goes" "Huh, b-b-b-b, Whoa" "Ba-ba, yo" "Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-back in the whip" "Uh, rhyt-rhyt-rhythm, rhyt-rhyt-rhyt-rhyt-rhythm of this sh**" "Hip-hip-hip-hip-hip hop" "To, to, to get you back, back, back in the whip" "Rhyt-rhyt-rhyt-rhyt-rhythm" "Rhythm-rhyt-rhyt-rhythm" "HUH, rhyt-rhyt-rhythm, rhyt-rhyt-rhythm of this sh**" "Gotta be live" "Hip-hop-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip-hip hop" "HUH!"