!llmind - A to the K lyrics

[Intro - Akrobatik - talking] ("In the cityyyy, well there") Uh, yeah, yeah (yeah) What up y'all? Yeah Back in effect One, two, one two Yep Uh, let's do it Yo, front row What's up, what's up (uh, what up) Yeah, back row, what's up What's my name y'all (yeah) Akro [Verse 1 - Akrobatik] Just when they said it couldn't be done, I am back (uh) Witness the reappearance of your radio interference (um) I've been given clearance to smash the airwaves Of these program directors and all of their slaves I'm sendin 'em to their graves (uh) My indie hustle got too much muscle for them to even try an' tussle As we struggle through the jungle I'm pullin you out the rubble I'm trouble with the lyricals, somethin like Je-sus with the miracles I can't turn water into wine But I can drop a hard rhyme that's slaughterin' your spine (huh) Calm under pressure like Tom Brady, 4th and 10, runnin short of time (huh) My sk**s are borderline insane Follow them and flatline your brain (brain) So just bounce to the beat b**h (b**h) Peep this unique sh** (uh) Ak murder jams and it ain't no secret Yes, uh They call me [Hook - B-Real] (Akrobatik) - w/ ad libs A to the motherf**in K homeboy A to the motherf**in K (A TO THE K!) A to the motherf**in K homeboy A to the motherf**in K (A TO THE K!) A to the motherf**in K homeboy A to the motherf**in K Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yo Not the gun, but the MC son [Verse 2 - Akrobatik] If there is your introduction, then where the f** you been? It's been years since my records first started to spin I'm from the era where you had to work your hardest to win A lot of records drop, you never heard the artist again But in my heart is the desire to win I'm on fire again Ignire the mic and let it strike my opponents Blazin through your stereo component from the moment that you press play It's feelin like the start of your best day sh** is hella dope, that's what my heads our West say Hey, ask my homey B-Real from the Hill Ak got sk**s plus somethin you can feel I got pop appeal but I keep it concealed Like an automatic weapon, but that's not what I'm reppin I'm reppin no half steppin, that's the lesson The new era begins now, no more stressin Let's go (yeah) Back home they call me [Hook] - w/ ad libs What, yeah, yo Not the gun, but the MC son