AKINYELE - CHECKMATE lyrics

rate me

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

Cuz 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 cuz 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)