Akbar - 5th Element lyrics

rate me

We got all the elements comin together on this track right here

Earth

Water

Fire

Wind

[VERSE 1]

I peeped your whole style, low profile

I know now why these rappers act so wild

They lack discipline, hardheads ain't listenin

The gods said drop em a line like a fisherman

My only rule of thumb is to school the dumb

Deaf and blind, cause some got left behind

You gotta crawl before you can walk

Look before you leap and on these streets always think before you talk

And if the shoe fits wear it

If you got some new shit let me hear it

If it's wack, that's a demerit

Points deducted, meaning you can't fuck with

Me, the crew or none of my peoples who I grew up with

Me and my niggas we go back like triggers

Since real we deal with actual facts and figures

Like 1 plus 1 makes 2

You can make that money but don't act funny and let that money make you

I tell you straight up and down

Before you put on your big red puppet nose and start to clown

I can splurge ya fast, merge ya past

Be kind and gentle or hurt your ass

Now I'ma give it to ya however you want

One rhyme'll hit your set and wet your ally front

But don't front, you know I got just what you want

It's forth and down, now should I run and kick the punt?

Throw me the bomb, I'm goin deep

Open your ears and close your eyes but don't sleep

[VERSE 2]

My name is often mispronounced

I'm simply known as the man who came make your system bounce

Feed me clips, then read my lips

My think thank's a data bank that spits computer chips

The spot-blower, pull out the flame thrower

Perform live, survive the storm like Noah

For all partygoers and rap fans alike

Who pack stands, don't let me get my hands on the mic

Cause ain't no tellin what I might do

See, I'm not like you, how does that strike you?

You beat us? Oh, you funny

My click forever stick together like new money

My joint kicks like '86

The mic and two wheels of steel, just the basics

Feels like I'm Uptown, 136

Take me back home, give me heels three clicks

See, I been doin this for more than a couple of years

So come into my house, let me take you up the stairs

Into my work den where I keep my drafting pen

I drop hip-hop, we open shop after 10

Wanna be an MC, gotta come to shop

Learn the trade and then get paid to rock

But if it ain't broke, don't fix it

If it ain't dope, remix it

If the MC's wack, tell him step back and let me kick this

Watch the show, chill, I got this

When I rock this the crowd's hostage

I drop gems while your stones are semi-precious

None can compare to the glare of my raw essence

I shine while you lackluster the track muster

Saved ya cause you'se a wack buster, we black hustlers

Breakin bread at the roundtable

Catch wreck when we connect mics and sound cables

We sat down to divise a scheme

And formed a double team to bubble more cream than the Jolly Green

Forever I'm a vandal, too hot to handle

Still hangin out like toes in a sandal

I'll never forsake the funk or fake the vibe

I'll never take a dive, never take a bribe

I won't play the backseat or accept a wack beat

You can check my rap sheet, my mics attract heat