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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck with my new CDs tight lines

I’m not just another nigga 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 analogue

Feeling like the champ right now - raise the banner, dawg

When I’m finished, put my jersey in the rafters

AK-47 musical massacres

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 shit 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 shit 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 niggas is Tampax

Summer’s Eve douchebag niggas 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 fuck 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 mass 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 fuck 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 shit 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