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Song title:
Akinyele - Checkmate
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I throw incinerators at rappers that talk garbage About the ak, they dont know me from a tree in the forest My names not summer so I dont sweat it Most yall niggaz know I cut ya like cheese thats cheddared I been around the world like lisa stansfield tour bus Tearin niggaz up from here to west bubblefuck So dont front like you dont know what my name is Before I start diving up in that ass like greg louganis Thats not my number one amos You take my style and squeeze your lips Like probably you see your life stopped, youre freakin famous I dare another rapper try to tame this I hit you in the anus Once yall reach for the damn a-list Still, this aint the pretty boy Fear sex-appeal its ak, a.k.a. the real deal I make punk rappers stutter, y-yoyoy-yoyoy-yoyo I bring out the das efx in a motherfucker I livin larger than a mansion, you hear me? You fear me, youre just a little house on the praerie Leave fore hurricane ak come blowin in All you motherfuckers best to breeze like the wind Check the news forecast I place a con niggazll stick ya on your butt If youre light in the ass Close your eyes, and concentrate its time to recognize The ak keep brothers on checkmate Check over there, and then check over here Just lend me your ear, cmon listen Nigga you just cant defeat me Child abusers walk around, knowin they just cant beat me So dont try to take the winners belt Aiyyo this aint april 1st so dont dare fool yourself It dont get no liver, Im hittin harder than a chastiser I flip rhymes like saliva, poundin on your brain With the sick shit Im saying I got more game than a panhandler on a train Huh, its rare if I dont catch props Im the ak I tear that ass out the frame like a benzie box You know the rules if you aint ruff Stay on the hush and get played like sunday school shoes And get scuffed, I put heads to bed like newlyweds Sing your rap eulogy Cuz now youre good as dead Hit the deck, once I round it off like a tec I play you like a game of chess and keep your ass in check Checkmate Check all around, and then check for them clowns Check the fuckin real sound, break down In english, mcs cant last Similar to a car crash, I got rap in a smash Whenever you wanna get loose and hang out Remember I done turned enough troops into the last boy scout Think youll last? then come try Otherwise make like a librarian and keep your ass quiet Im out to catch the winners cup All you number one contenders just got knocked to the runners up What nigga what? Im blowin up the spot with dynamite Rhymes by the ak Airports they amazed to me Shit cuz I fly so much heads yah have my own travel agency Raps are fat like sumo, slammin like judo I wont get abused like numbers, Im menudo I got the art down pat, pass the courderoy This bad boy about to start to slack Fuck how I could just kill a maaaan Im slick and puttin brothers out with these edward niggahands Ten fingers of death, grippin micraphones Holdin my own, sparkin rhymes up like grindstones Rippin up challengers Creating a mess on stage out of comedian rappers like gallagher My mind is filthier than a hamper Dirty like a camper On top of that Ive been through more shit than pampers Fake is what I aint But constantine the great, dont know me from a can of paint Listen to how the soundwaves vibrate You cant relate, I got your whole brain on checkmate Rob swift is his name, with akineyle in the game Youre best to maintain, as we aim for your brain As we aim for your brain (3x)
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