Akbar - No Suckas Allowed Lyrics
(No suckers)[ VERSE 1 ]I leapt over giants beats, did death-defying featsWith the underground sound that keep supplyin the streetsThe fiends form a line that'll wrap around the blockPumpin around the clock, I'm always down to rockSomethin that'll motivate your flockWhen I take the floor make sure the gates are lockedThat brother Ak put the party in a state of shockMy rhymes stay fresh because I rotate the stockAt least once a day to get 12 months playI supply the high so you can put your blunts awayHere, take a pull of this and get bentOne hit'll get you open to the fullest extent110% when I representFor every step I went this brother left a dentWhen I break ground with magnificient soundsStep in the ring, you wanna be king, you get crownedI came down to the planet Earth to give birthTo hip-hop, I did the Wop and the Papa SmurfThe Spank and the Patti DukeThen Parker Lee hit me with the alley hoopSo I took it to the hole with mic controlLivin in the new school but I like the oldYo - so - I'm about to go way backTo when my daddy had the sky-blue Caddy with the 8 trackBumpin the O'Jays, the Dells and the Bar-KaysThe Body Rock, block party jam in the park daysThe penny arcades, hangin out by the pool hallUsed to bop down the block with the box, old school, y'allFellas said 'ho', the ladies screamed 'aw'But that was then and this is now[ CHORUS ]When you came in the party and you saw the crowdYou shoulda read the sign: No Suckas AllowedThis jam is for the real rappin fansTo put the stomp in your feet and the clap in your handsThe nod in your head and the hump in your backWith a uncontrollable urge to jump in the trackYou know I'm 'bout to come up with somethin fatWhen I take control can't nothin hold me back[ VERSE 2 ]How could you bop to the beat without feelin the soundThat's like walkin down the street and not touchin the groundThat's like takin the bus when you coulda took the trainStandin up on the curb and got the nerve to complainDon't take the local, catch the expressHip-hop non-stop, I'm 'bout to get freshTo the beat y'all, I got style and finesseA real trooper, I'm still super without the letter SI freak the fly flows, hit the highs and the lowsRip shows and flip foes with my eyes closedAnd one hand tied behind my back, in factHold the mic with the other to show these brothers they wackBeat concrete down and grains of sandTearin microphone to strands with my bare handsSpit poems that hit domes and split chromosomesI break bones and bricks and sticks and stonesWhen I bust I kick up dust like cyclonesGet in my no-fly zone, don't try this at home[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]When the party's packed but the MC's wackGot your back to the wall - who do you call?The brother, none other than the Al-, the Al-mighty supreme, I make your team seem smallAllow me to explain the meaning of the nameBreak it down, make it sound simple and plainIt means 'there is none greater', but some can't tellSo not only will I say it but I spell it as wellIt goes A to the k, b, the a, the rMy name is Akbar but some say bizarreThought I wouldn't make it, that I couldn't take it this farSucker MC's, you know who you areI remember when I wanted to roll with y'allAnd got treated no better than a hole in the wallAll I kept catchin was crazy beefBut I always knew I would come out like baby teethWhoever said I fell off can step the hell offPicture that, pull a trigger back, lick a shell offThat's one to your kidney, SidneyYou can throw blows and still never hit meOr you can get me as a glass of MotBlow the set with no sweat, you pose no threatSo jet, step off, stay off, it's a lay-offHere's your walking papers, take the rest of the day off[ CHORUS ]
