Akbar - No Suckas Allowed lyrics

rate me

(No suckers)

[VERSE 1]

I leapt over giants beats, did death-defying feats

With the underground sound that keep supplyin the streets

The fiends form a line that'll wrap around the block

Pumpin around the clock, I'm always down to rock

Somethin that'll motivate your flock

When I take the floor make sure the gates are locked

That brother Ak put the party in a state of shock

My rhymes stay fresh because I rotate the stock

At least once a day to get 12 months play

I supply the high so you can put your blunts away

Here, take a pull of this and get bent

One hit'll get you open to the fullest extent

110% when I represent

For every step I went this brother left a dent

When I break ground with magnificient sounds

Step in the ring, you wanna be king, you get crowned

I came down to the planet Earth to give birth

To hip-hop, I did the Wop and the Papa Smurf

The Spank and the Patti Duke

Then Parker Lee hit me with the alley hoop

So I took it to the hole with mic control

Livin in the new school but I like the old

Yo - so - I'm about to go way back

To when my daddy had the sky-blue Caddy with the 8 track

Bumpin the O'Jays, the Dells and the Bar-Kays

The Body Rock, block party jam in the park days

The penny arcades, hangin out by the pool hall

Used to bop down the block with the box, old school, y'all

Fellas said 'ho', the ladies screamed 'aw'

But that was then and this is now

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When you came in the party and you saw the crowd

You shoulda read the sign: No Suckas Allowed

This jam is for the real rappin fans

To put the stomp in your feet and the clap in your hands

The nod in your head and the hump in your back

With a uncontrollable urge to jump in the track

You know I'm 'bout to come up with somethin fat

When I take control can't nothin hold me back

[VERSE 2]

How could you bop to the beat without feelin the sound

That's like walkin down the street and not touchin the ground

That's like takin the bus when you coulda took the train

Standin up on the curb and got the nerve to complain

Don't take the local, catch the express

Hip-hop non-stop, I'm 'bout to get fresh

To the beat y'all, I got style and finesse

A real trooper, I'm still super without the letter S

I freak the fly flows, hit the highs and the lows

Rip shows and flip foes with my eyes closed

And one hand tied behind my back, in fact

Hold the mic with the other to show these brothers they wack

Beat concrete down and grains of sand

Tearin microphone to strands with my bare hands

Spit poems that hit domes and split chromosomes

I break bones and bricks and sticks and stones

When I bust I kick up dust like cyclones

Get in my no-fly zone, don't try this at home

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[VERSE 3]

When the party's packed but the MC's wack

Got your back to the wall - who do you call?

The brother, none other than the Al-, the Al-

mighty supreme, I make your team seem small

Allow me to explain the meaning of the name

Break it down, make it sound simple and plain

It means 'there is none greater', but some can't tell

So not only will I say it but I spell it as well

It goes A to the k, b, the a, the r

My name is Akbar but some say bizarre

Thought I wouldn't make it, that I couldn't take it this far

Sucker MC's, you know who you are

I remember when I wanted to roll with y'all

And got treated no better than a hole in the wall

All I kept catchin was crazy beef

But I always knew I would come out like baby teeth

Whoever said I fell off can step the hell off

Picture that, pull a trigger back, lick a shell off

That's one to your kidney, Sidney

You can throw blows and still never hit me

Or you can get me as a glass of Moët

Blow the set with no sweat, you pose no threat

So jet, step off, stay off, it's a lay-off

Here's your walking papers, take the rest of the day off

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