Akbar - 5th Element Lyrics
We got all the elements comin together on this track right hereEarthWaterFireWind[ VERSE 1 ]I peeped your whole style, low profileI know now why these rappers act so wildThey lack discipline, hardheads ain't listeninThe gods said drop em a line like a fishermanMy only rule of thumb is to school the dumbDeaf and blind, cause some got left behindYou gotta crawl before you can walkLook before you leap and on these streets always think before you talkAnd if the shoe fits wear itIf you got some new shit let me hear itIf it's wack, that's a demeritPoints deducted, meaning you can't ***** withMe, the crew or none of my peoples who I grew up withMe and my niggas we go back like triggersSince real we deal with actual facts and figuresLike 1 plus 1 makes 2You can make that money but don't act funny and let that money make youI tell you straight up and downBefore you put on your big red puppet nose and start to clownI can splurge ya fast, merge ya pastBe kind and gentle or hurt your assNow I'ma give it to ya however you wantOne rhyme'll hit your set and wet your ally frontBut don't front, you know I got just what you wantIt's forth and down, now should I run and kick the punt?Throw me the bomb, I'm goin deepOpen your ears and close your eyes but don't sleep[ VERSE 2 ]My name is often mispronouncedI'm simply known as the man who came make your system bounceFeed me clips, then read my lipsMy think thank's a data bank that spits computer chipsThe spot-blower, pull out the flame throwerPerform live, survive the storm like NoahFor all partygoers and rap fans alikeWho pack stands, don't let me get my hands on the micCause ain't no tellin what I might doSee, I'm not like you, how does that strike you?You beat us? Oh, you funnyMy click forever stick together like new moneyMy joint kicks like '86The mic and two wheels of steel, just the basicsFeels like I'm Uptown, 136Take me back home, give me heels three clicksSee, I been doin this for more than a couple of yearsSo come into my house, let me take you up the stairsInto my work den where I keep my drafting penI drop hip-hop, we open shop after 10Wanna be an MC, gotta come to shopLearn the trade and then get paid to rockBut if it ain't broke, don't fix itIf it ain't dope, remix itIf the MC's wack, tell him step back and let me kick thisWatch the show, chill, I got thisWhen I rock this the crowd's hostageI drop gems while your stones are semi-preciousNone can compare to the glare of my raw essenceI shine while you lackluster the track musterSaved ya cause you'se a wack buster, we black hustlersBreakin bread at the roundtableCatch wreck when we connect mics and sound cablesWe sat down to divise a schemeAnd formed a double team to bubble more cream than the Jolly GreenForever I'm a vandal, too hot to handleStill hangin out like toes in a sandalI'll never forsake the funk or fake the vibeI'll never take a dive, never take a bribeI won't play the backseat or accept a wack beatYou can check my rap sheet, my mics attract heat
