[Verse 1: Akin]

Ayyo

I’m chilling in my b-boy stance, stage of the fans

Infatuated with ice and parachute gold pants

It’s funny. Your nature revolves around money

I wake up in the morning, thank God my sky is sunny

Every day is blessed. With or without stress

I refrain from being brain numb from smoking cess

I escape the West. Somebody died October 1st

My grandmother spoke to me, now I control the worst

I got a bolder verse, I’m sick of battling

I’m traveling beyond this. Who wants this

Revolutionary conquest? I bless Garveyism

My Channel stay Live and we spark “Mad Izm”

People no joke. My song strong like a soul folk

While you go broke, hold your ice. The rap poltergeist

Here to bring colder nights. People, wake up

Slave rappers in the industry need to wake up

[Hook: Akin]

We organize, strategize for a better day

Scribe a masterpiece, trying to find a better pay

It’s tragic, people gang-bang Beretta-way

But me and mine the CYNE, we find a better way

We organize, strategize for a better day

Scribe a masterpiece, trying to find a better pay

It’s tragic, people gang-bang Beretta-way

But me and mine the CYNE, we find a getaway

[Verse 2: Akin]

I abuse words to vocalize. My life’s trife, but

I’ll mobilize like twelve knights of Camelot, yo

My grammar’s shot, it leaves scars. Weak stars flee

To Mars, they can’t cope. I stay afloat like

My name was Elián’s too—what’d y’all expect though

I’m far from the everyday. These rap cats out

To find dope in every way. I’m hot and raw, I’m too

Professional, I can’t miss—I knock ‘em all. Yo, why

Brawl when I’m already king? That’s not logic

I’d rather maintain, I spit flame for profit

I lust war, so of course I’m all in it

I’m not Master P but a soldier with no limit

My soul’s tinted, so I and I make sure the beast

Can’t see Akin when it’s time for the war. Look, I’m

The worst. I cursed the verse that made your star burst

Caution is first when I spit and rehearse

[Hook: Akin]

We organize, strategize for a better day

Scribe a masterpiece, trying to find a better pay

It’s tragic, people gang-bang Beretta-way

But me and mine the CYNE, we find a better way

We organize, strategize for a better day

Scribe a masterpiece, trying to find a better pay

It’s tragic, people gang-bang Beretta-way

But me and mine the CYNE, we find a getaway