Akrobatik - Rekless Abandon lyrics

Grrr, Grrr I'm rattling this cage - rattling it C'mon It's A to the K all day With my homies from around my way [Akrobatik] Ak's not the brother you want to f** with The type of cat you need a turbo U-Haul truck to hit The dreaded linebacker frame's back in the game With a loaded clip of lyric slugs I'm packin' for lames Everybody dressin', rappin', lookin', actin' the same Inspect as I inject the real back in your veins Adversaries' capillaries bust – they allergic To the word perfect wordsmith with the absurd gift To move the herd swift away from the wolves in sheep's clothing I do it with this mic I keep holding Ak spits fire, feel the heat scalding And live in fear of the career I keep molding Like ceramic sculptures, gotdammit vultures Swooping in to manhandle my culture But f** that, I give the game CPR Carefully planned rhymes circulating through its lifelines You're busted like a BP pipeline If you think you can f** with my new CDs tight lines I'm not just another n***a with a gripe I'm Experienced, vintage, high percentage shots Point blank range on the beat You're mad, ‘cuz my joints make change on the streets Check the archive, my catalogue dates back to an*logue Feeling like the champ right now - raise the banner, dawg When I'm finished, put my jersey in the rafters AK-47 musical ma**acres I shine like a beautiful Acura Better yet, I shine like beautiful Africa I wanna burn an L with Mandela So he can say ‘Ak, you're an intelligent black man, fella” I'll tell him ‘sir, I'm not worthy' Then I'll rip a show in Johannesburg absurdly Give Akro the World Cup Because I kick that sh** that makes you rappers all curl up Into the fetal position – like fiends But no cookin', no needle, just listen You thought you was the sh** but you were really just pissin' Everybody off, because your flow was batty soft The rhyme shotty made ‘em carry all the bodies off The flow's murder, your career – no further Ransacked – y'all n***as is Tampax Summer's Eve douchebag n***as with nan stacks I'll end it off sayin' peace to my man Smacks Eddie Jackson – wish I could bring my man back This is Ak – 1,2 Now what the f** you gonna do Yeah [Reks] Such a Star studded lineup, the booth light up The truth writer sight of cyclops fire I a sire won't retire like run vocal spitting like Pun, Kool G, uzi on a loose leaf More Kool Keith than Chief Keef East beast bars beat what more you want geez This epic on a record ma** most respected lyric weapons Giving lessons on sentence stretching sit and recognize the wreckage Etch a sketch spit scribble you out it is about time I rap with Ak Slap wack cats silly this is very legendary for the city You miss it its a pity pinching pennies penciling witty commentary Way before i knew to middle finger Tom and Jerry I was buried in the five star college ruled parallel lines Running laps around obstacle courses trying to get that flow flawless Said f** the law amidst the lawless Thinking deeper ala barbers overhead bobbing in the mirror Momma said to go to bed shoulder shrug to them older heads [Chilla Jones] Y'all rappers been hermaphrodites Since Joe was slapping Mike for not keeping his afro tight Me and Akro write sharp as an Exacto Knife Don't even act, you ain't trying to re-enact no fight (nah) Cats don't like the fact Jones write I don't gotta rap like I move packs of Snow White (never) You mad 'cause you been wack your whole life Well, your style gotta be more current so get your flow right Your biggest feat, for me, would be a lowlight I got a holy feel with the mic, but don't bite Yipes - I'm back in a zone I don't care about a crown, I don't rap for a throne I don't gotta boast, mostly the stature is grown And you don't gotta say sh** when your status is known I ain't the one to match with to match wits Sound like I'm stuttering, right? But I'm sick when I rap, it's a tumor cats get They gonna die, whether tomb or casket You three deep? Ak, gimme two more caskets I reign supreme no matter who forecasts it Jones