Akrobatik - Internet Mc's Lyrics
What's the password.. password..Yo yo yoYou know the password.. password..I know it, password is +Detonator+Let me type it in real quick: "Welcome!"Aight, let's check this: "You've got mail!"Word up, bust it[Verse One]The internet's your medium of choicecause nobody really wants to hear your corny ass voiceYou ain't a MC just because you could typeOn the mic in real life your ass'll get snipedYou a man with a mouse who can't rock the houseJerkin off to gay porn while wearin your girl's blouseYou know you never seen no real life fameSo you're lookin for some recognition through a screen name(No doubt) No threat, y'all ain't the pro setRappin ten years and not a paid show yetI love to get online and shine and drop bombsbut my music can be found on more than dot coms (word up)Your website gets a whole lot of hits (right)but in the real world son you ain't sayin shitCats run they mouth on AOLbut everytime they drop a twelve inch, they don't sellYou love the anonymnity, you hide behind the shadowAlways tryin to get someone to chatroom battleCryin cause heads only rhyme one syllableWho made the rule you gotta use every millisecbecause it's fillable?I'ma snatch your webmaster, break both his legsPost it on your site, format it as .jpeg'sRip you on your own site and sign your guestbookthen go into your chatroom and leave the rec shookWhat percent of these rappers can compete? (Nil)Reboot they whole shit, control-alt-deleteYo, you can have a PC and a Macbut you internet MC's can't see AK[vocal scratching]If a rapper try to diss.. wh-wh-when you onlineI ahh I ahh crush the mother*****erRapper try to diss.. wh-eh-wh-eh-wh-eh-when you onlineAhh ahh ahh I crush the mother*****er[Verse Two]Carpal tunnel syndrome, can't make a fistI rip every MC on your buddy listShow the light to you so bright that your eyesight failNow you doin all your correspondence through eBraileCats get online and start all types of staticBut heads without computers know whassup with Akrobatik (true dat)cause I rock real mics in real lifeRip real crowds, real shows, real cyphzPlus your anonymous gab, it don't bother meI don't give a ***** if you got AOL or ProdigyYour crew screams that you the illest of all timewhen your only fans are all your nerdy friends that rhymeAnd even if you was nice, no one'll ever hearcause you in front the keyboard too much to develop your career(Say word) And half of y'all is just teenagersYou don't know jack about what rippin up the stage isSo I'ma get a crew of online MC pirates (right)Infect all your computers with a flesh-eatin virus (uh-huh)Chew up all your fingers so you can no longer type (say what?)then expose your lack of flow when you approach the open micSo internet MC's, heed my adviceOnline keystyles don't make you niceBring it to the streets and start to rabble rousinSincerely yours, Akro 2000What percent of these rappers can compete? (Nil)Reboot they whole shit, control-alt-deleteYo, you can have a PC and a Macbut you internet MC's can't see AK[vocal scratching]If a rapper try to diss.. wh-wh-when you onlineI ahh I ahh crush the mother*****erRapper try to diss.. wh-eh-wh-eh-wh-eh-when you onlineAhh ahh cru-cru-cru-cru-crush the mother*****er[continue scratching "crush the mother*****er"]Goodbye!
