Yo yo yo yo yo  What's the password.. password..  Yo yo yo  You 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 choice  cause nobody really wants to hear your corny ass voice  You ain't a MC just because you could type  On the mic in real life your ass'll get sniped  You a man with a mouse who can't rock the house  Jerkin off to gay porn while wearin your girl's blouse  You know you never seen no real life fame  So you're lookin for some recognition through a screen name  (No doubt) No threat, y'all ain't the pro set  Rappin ten years and not a paid show yet  I love to get online and shine and drop bombs  but 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 shit  Cats run they mouth on AOL  but everytime they drop a twelve inch, they don't sell  You love the anonymnity, you hide behind the shadow  Always tryin to get someone to chatroom battle  Cryin cause heads only rhyme one syllable  Who made the rule you gotta use every millisec  because it's fillable?  I'ma snatch your webmaster, break both his legs  Post it on your site, format it as .jpeg's  Rip you on your own site and sign your guestbook  then go into your chatroom and leave the rec shook  What percent of these rappers can compete? (Nil)  Reboot they whole shit, control-alt-delete  Yo, you can have a PC and a Mac  but you internet MC's can't see AK    {*vocal scratching*}  If a rapper try to diss.. wh-wh-when you online  I ahh I ahh crush the motherfucker  Rapper try to diss.. wh-eh-wh-eh-wh-eh-when you online  Ahh ahh ahh I crush the motherfucker    [Verse Two]  Carpal tunnel syndrome, can't make a fist  I rip every MC on your buddy list  Show the light to you so bright that your eyesight fail  Now you doin all your correspondence through eBraile  Cats get online and start all types of static  But heads without computers know whassup with Akrobatik (true dat)  cause I rock real mics in real life  Rip real crowds, real shows, real cyphz  Plus your anonymous gab, it don't bother me  I don't give a fuck if you got AOL or Prodigy  Your crew screams that you the illest of all time  when your only fans are all your nerdy friends that rhyme  And even if you was nice, no one'll ever hear  cause you in front the keyboard too much to develop your career  (Say word) And half of y'all is just teenagers  You don't know jack about what rippin up the stage is  So 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 mic  So internet MC's, heed my advice  Online keystyles don't make you nice  Bring it to the streets and start to rabble rousin  Sincerely yours, Akro 2000  What percent of these rappers can compete? (Nil)  Reboot they whole shit, control-alt-delete  Yo, you can have a PC and a Mac  but you internet MC's can't see AK    {*vocal scratching*}  If a rapper try to diss.. wh-wh-when you online  I ahh I ahh crush the motherfucker  Rapper try to diss.. wh-eh-wh-eh-wh-eh-when you online  Ahh ahh cru-cru-cru-cru-crush the motherfucker    {*continue scratching "crush the motherfucker"*}    [AOL] Goodbye!