Akinyele - Checkmate Lyrics
I throw incinerators at rappers that talk garbageAbout the ak, they dont know me from a tree in the forestMy names not summer so I dont sweat itMost yall niggaz know I cut ya like cheese thats cheddaredI been around the world like lisa stansfield tour busTearin niggaz up from here to west bubble*****So dont front like you dont know what my name isBefore I start diving up in that ass like greg louganisThats not my number one amosYou take my style and squeeze your lipsLike probably you see your life stopped, youre freakin famousI dare another rapper try to tame thisI hit you in the anusOnce yall reach for the damn a-listStill, this aint the pretty boyFear sex-appeal its ak, a.k.a. the real dealI make punk rappers stutter, y-yoyoy-yoyoy-yoyoI bring out the das efx in a mother*****erI livin larger than a mansion, you hear me?You fear me, youre just a little house on the praerieLeave fore hurricane ak come blowin inAll you mother*****ers best to breeze like the windCheck the news forecastI place a con niggazll stick ya on your buttIf youre light in the assClose your eyes, and concentrate its time to recognizeThe ak keep brothers on checkmateCheck over there, and then check over hereJust lend me your ear, cmon listenNigga you just cant defeat meChild abusers walk around, knowin they just cant beat meSo dont try to take the winners beltAiyyo this aint april 1st so dont dare fool yourselfIt dont get no liver, Im hittin harder than a chastiserI flip rhymes like saliva, poundin on your brainWith the sick shit Im sayingI got more game than a panhandler on a trainHuh, its rare if I dont catch propsIm the ak I tear that ass out the frame like a benzie boxYou know the rules if you aint ruffStay on the hush and get played like sunday school shoesAnd get scuffed, I put heads to bed like newlywedsSing your rap eulogyCuz now youre good as deadHit the deck, once I round it off like a tecI play you like a game of chess and keep your ass in checkCheckmateCheck all around, and then check for them clownsCheck the *****in real sound, break downIn english, mcs cant lastSimilar to a car crash, I got rap in a smashWhenever you wanna get loose and hang outRemember I done turned enough troops into the last boy scoutThink youll last? then come tryOtherwise make like a librarian and keep your ass quietIm out to catch the winners cupAll you number one contenders just got knocked to the runners upWhat nigga what? Im blowin up the spot with dynamiteRhymes by the akAirports they amazed to meShit cuz I fly so much heads yah have my own travel agencyRaps are fat like sumo, slammin like judoI wont get abused like numbers, Im menudoI got the art down pat, pass the courderoyThis bad boy about to start to slack***** how I could just kill a maaaanIm slick and puttin brothers out with these edward niggahandsTen fingers of death, grippin micraphonesHoldin my own, sparkin rhymes up like grindstonesRippin up challengersCreating a mess on stage out of comedian rappers like gallagherMy mind is filthier than a hamperDirty like a camperOn top of that Ive been through more shit than pampersFake is what I aintBut constantine the great, dont know me from a can of paintListen to how the soundwaves vibrateYou cant relate, I got your whole brain on checkmateRob swift is his name, with akineyle in the gameYoure best to maintain, as we aim for your brainAs we aim for your brain (3x)
