[Intro: Akrobatik]

Aight, now (Yeah, y’all). All y'all, y'all gotta come up (Yeah, y’all) to the front now. This... this open mic but it ain't no bullshit (Yeah, y’all). Yo, y'all gotta come up to the front of the stage (Yeah, y'all). Know’m saying? Like... yup, you too, you (Yeah). You in the skirt, it's good to, good to see (Yeah, y'all) honey in a skirt and so... Come on. Come up to the front (Yeah, y'all). We're gonna do it like this (Yeah, y'all). Akrobatik, aight? Yo. Check it. Come on. Uh. Uh (What?). Let me see some hands, y'all. What's the deal?

[Verse 1: Akrobatik]

Spontaneous combustion. Always keep my movements turbo-thrusting

Showed up on the scene trailed by gale force winds gusting

Busting through obstructions with percussion like a wrecking ball

Brothers running game but, to be honest, I ain't checking y'all

Psycho fans prepared to answer my every beck and call

But I don't abuse the privilege

This raw, underground, gritty MC lifestyle, I'm living it

Last will and testament? I ain't never giving it (Why?)

Why? ‘Cause what I touch remains infinite

Cremate my material items, perpetuate your soul by sniffing it

I’ll make a Rhodes scholar sound illiterate

My soul is old, rhymes dirty, born illegitimate

My shit received five mics before I submitted it

If it didn't, it's because the reviewer was inconsiderate

Probably got his head up some R&B ass

But it don't matter though. Ain't nobody scarring me last

I drop the fat shit, everybody bounce to this Fakts shit

Wrote the classic rhyme and chose the fat beat to match it

Lightning-quick skill—Garciaparra couldn't catch it

I hate it when MCs wear mascara and they ass switch

I got the matches and my fingers on the gas switch

Now, only Ak remains top draft pick

Create a female MC from my rib

And start a new breed of rappers to freak the ad lib

Word

[Hook: Samples with Fakts One Scratches] (x2)

"Akrobatik always blowing the spot" - Akrobatik on Mr. Lif ft. Akrobatik’s “Inhuman Capabilities”

[Verse 2: Akrobatik]

On the mic, I shine like lightning bolts flashing

Rip it with a passion. Foes I'm smashing

Ashing out the spliff and get right down to biz

MCs all stuck—they failed the pop quiz

How you measure who the nigga reigning at the top is?

Platinum plaques or well-crafted business?

Witnesses across the nation vouch for Ak

While you digging in your couch for crack, I attack (What?)

Smack raps out the park like Mark McGwire

The crowd needs igniting—let Ak spark the fire

I be the raw supplier of the pure uncut. Son, what?

I'm stingy like busting one nut

We're funding missile launchers while ignoring the schools

But there's war in the schools, but we're led by the fools

And that leads to ignorant rappers who smoke ooze

And get ripped by Ak ‘cause they don't know the rules

Drop jewels frequently at various frequencies

Recently, MCs have been ignoring common decency

But now we gon' see how that go

And when you see Ak, be prepared for the flow

[Outro: Akrobatik]

Aight? I’m on the mic shit. This some real shit, yo. It's Akrobatik, y'all. Boston, Massachusetts. Who's up next? Who's up next? Who want the mic next? Where... where'd all the MCs go? Where... yo. No... nobody wanna touch this? It's hot though. Aight? Hehehehe