AKIR - “2001”

[Emcee(s): AKIR]

[Producer(s): [?]]

[Verse 1: AKIR]

Yo, yo, take a swig of rhyme Remy, creative juice loose

Street-smart, apple-shaped heart, Timberland boots

Breakbeat boost chronic-induced while my larynx

Short fuse, antagonized by unlimited juice. Tipping

The ladders, bottle full throttle, time's getting monotonous

Through New York metropolis, running through chick populace

Tired of making sense/cents while my dollars don't work

Rich but rock riches religiously, horses on shirts

Catching feelings for this rap shit—every song hurts

Connecting pieces of the puzzle, in the struggle, I learnt

For everyone that I found, one either drowned or burnt

Addicted to chicks, friction, herbals, or tables that turnt

What is the sound of underground without people around?

What is New York without Uptown holding it down?