(Yeah)

(What)

(Push Button Objects)

(You know what I'm saying)

(Yo yo, Maintain)

(Ox)

(Akrobatik's the name, c'mon)

(Rec Center forever)

(C'mon, c'mon)

[Maintain:]

I slay you, your whole crew, producer, manager, and A&R

I slay that man over there playing the bass guitar

Used to fuck with a broad that was always claimin' hard

She tried to slay me so I had to dog her like a St. Bernard (what)

Who gives a fuck I slay the stars

I spit a thousand bars a thousand yards

Like I really need a house of card

You down to spar?

I'm down to fight you til the bloody end

Kickin' raps 'til I'm done, fuckin, blackin' out again

See I pull out a pen and slay this whole

Fucking planet on paper

Record it later, press it up then cash it in

I proceed to mentally abuse my pad and pen

Damaging

Anybody challenging

I stand to win

Battle habits, militant bar like Akrobatik

Competition feelin' the [?] even if we don't [have fans?]

Spasmatic, smoking mics like a crack addict

While others get caught up in the hype like bad traffic

Maintain, you know that cat that's first and last at it

Rips the whole scene and leaves feelin' fantastic

Rec Center member

Rhymin' to the neck bender

Beats

You don't know me? Then keep your ear to the streets

[Hook:]

Yo, you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

Just for that, Maintain [?]

Yo, you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

PBO and Cannibal Ox never fake shit

I said you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

Rappers probably sell they soul to make a rap hit

Yo, you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

PBO and Cannibal Ox are never fake shit

[Vast Aire:]

You can play my verse backwards and hear a flower growing

Play it forward and all y'all snoring

I spit very well from my well

Keeps pouring so I might as well

Excel and keep soaring

Yo put the blunt in the blue flame, uptown Harlem

Spittin raps and we solve problems

The mind works lyrical but the stomach'll stay starving

I told Akro and Maintain, remain flowing

The outline is kinda hard to sketch

Like a baseball with the sun behind it

That's hard to catch

I'm serious like the answer to HIV

Government made? Possibly maybe

I got a t-shirt, on the front it says "I don't like you"

On the back it says "stop crying"

That was the first thing you saw before you started whining

Approaching the mic like you feared flyin'

You can't fuck with Supreme alphabetter

And PBO's beats is condiments to each letter, like

My mic

Sounds nice

Salt and pepper

I represent Voltron, arm leg leg arm

[Hook:]

Yo, you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

PBO and Cannibal Ox never fake shit

Yo, you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

Rappers fronting like they hard but act like Brad Pitt

Yo, you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

Just for that, Maintain [?]

I said you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

Rappers probably sell they soul to make a rap hit

[Akrobatik:]

Yo

I push the buttons on the objects of the opposite sex

And leave heads wondering when I'm droppin' shit next

Akrobatik came to bomb it with the prominent tec

Exposure to my music means more than the common effects

The ominous stench of MCs fills my basement

I regenerate 'em and send 'em back as proper replacements

I lace shit

Whether improvised or written down I'm getting down way more than the average bullshittin' clown

Serious about my craft, sweatin' precision

Lyrics inform the world and then return like messenger pigeons

Test this Perceptionist, you'll probably end up dressin' up different

Go corporate instead of hip hop because you no longer live it

(No doubt)

And if this rhyme is feeling tight as a noose to you

It's because I mashed you tough like a crucible

Irreducible

Soul that stands strong in the face of adversity

And hurricanes on heads like Miami University

From the Big East like Masta Ace said

Frontline warrior vs. the night of the living baseheads

Turn you from a crackhead to a Ak-head

Push Button O, rip this blazin' track dead, yo

[Hook:]

I said you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

Rappers probably sell they soul to make a rap hit

Yo, you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

Just for that, Maintain [?]

Yo, you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

PBO and Cannibal Ox never fake shit

Yo, you ain't fly

You talk mad shit

Just for that, Maintain [?]

(Hip hop)

(Independently...)