Fuck throwin joints   I throw incinerators at rappers that talk garbage   about the Ak, they don't know me from a tree in the forest   My name's not summer so I don't sweat it   Most y'all niggaz know I cut ya like cheese that's cheddared   I been around the world like Lisa Stansfield tour bus   Tearin niggaz up from here to West Bubblefuck   So don't front like you don't know what my name is   Before I start diving up in that ass like Greg Louganis   That's not my number one AMOS   You take my style and squeeze your lips   like probably you see your life stopped, you're freakin FAMOUS   I dare another rapper try to TAME THIS   I hit you in the ANUS   Once y'all reach for the damn A-LIST   still, this ain't the pretty boy   Fear sex-appeal it's 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, you're 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 niggaz'll stick ya on your butt   If you're light in the ass   Close your eyes, and concentrate it's time to recognize   The Ak keep brothers on checkmate      Check over there, and then check over here   Just lend me your ear, c'mon listen      Nigga you just can't defeat me   Child abusers walk around, knowin they just can't beat me   So don't try to take the winner's belt   Aiyyo this ain't April 1st so don't dare fool yourself   It don't get no liver, I'm hittin harder than a chastiser   I flip rhymes like saliva, poundin on your BRAIN   With the sick shit I'm SAYING   I got more GAME than a panhandler on a TRAIN   Huh, it's rare if I don't catch props   I'm the Ak I tear that ass out the frame like a benzie box   You know the rules if you ain't 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   'cause now you're 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, MC's can't 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 you'll last? Then come try   Otherwise make like a librarian and keep your ass quiet   I'm out to catch the winner's cup   All you number one contenders just got knocked to the runner's up   What nigga what? I'm blowin up the spot with dynamite   rhymes by the Ak   Airports they amazed to me   Shit 'cause I fly so much heads yah have my own travel agency   Rap's are fat like SUMO, slammin like JUDO   I won't get abused like numbers, I'm 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"   I'm 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 I've been through more shit than PAMPERS   Fake is what I ain't   But Constantine the Great, don't know me from a can of paint   Listen to how the soundwaves vibrate   You can't relate, I got your whole brain on checkmate      Rob Swift is his name, with Akineyle in the game   You're best to maintain, as we aim for your brain   as we aim for your brain (3x)