Producer: Fakts One
[Intro: Akrobatik]
Aight, now (Yeah, y’all). All y'all, y'all gotta come up (Yeah, y’all) to the front now. This... this open mic but it ain't no bullshit (Yeah, y’all). Yo, y'all gotta come up to the front of the stage (Yeah, y'all). Know’m saying? Like... yup, you too, you (Yeah). You in the skirt, it's good to, good to see (Yeah, y'all) honey in a skirt and so... Come on. Come up to the front (Yeah, y'all). We're gonna do it like this (Yeah, y'all). Akrobatik, aight? Yo. Check it. Come on. Uh. Uh (What?). Let me see some hands, y'all. What's the deal?
[Verse 1: Akrobatik]
Spontaneous combustion. Always keep my movements turbo-thrusting
Showed up on the scene trailed by gale force winds gusting
Busting through obstructions with percussion like a wrecking ball
Brothers running game but, to be honest, I ain't checking y'all
Psycho fans prepared to answer my every beck and call
But I don't abuse the privilege
This raw, underground, gritty MC lifestyle, I'm living it
Last will and testament? I ain't never giving it (Why?)
Why? ‘Cause what I touch remains infinite
Cremate my material items, perpetuate your soul by sniffing it
I’ll make a Rhodes scholar sound illiterate
My soul is old, rhymes dirty, born illegitimate
My shit received five mics before I submitted it
If it didn't, it's because the reviewer was inconsiderate
Probably got his head up some R&B ass
But it don't matter though. Ain't nobody scarring me last
I drop the fat shit, everybody bounce to this Fakts shit
Wrote the classic rhyme and chose the fat beat to match it
Lightning-quick skill—Garciaparra couldn't catch it
I hate it when MCs wear mascara and they ass switch
I got the matches and my fingers on the gas switch
Now, only Ak remains top draft pick
Create a female MC from my rib
And start a new breed of rappers to freak the ad lib
Word
[Hook: Samples with Fakts One Scratches] (x2)
"Akrobatik always blowing the spot" - Akrobatik on Mr. Lif ft. Akrobatik’s “Inhuman Capabilities”
[Verse 2: Akrobatik]
On the mic, I shine like lightning bolts flashing
Rip it with a passion. Foes I'm smashing
Ashing out the spliff and get right down to biz
MCs all stuck—they failed the pop quiz
How you measure who the nigga reigning at the top is?
Platinum plaques or well-crafted business?
Witnesses across the nation vouch for Ak
While you digging in your couch for crack, I attack (What?)
Smack raps out the park like Mark McGwire
The crowd needs igniting—let Ak spark the fire
I be the raw supplier of the pure uncut. Son, what?
I'm stingy like busting one nut
We're funding missile launchers while ignoring the schools
But there's war in the schools, but we're led by the fools
And that leads to ignorant rappers who smoke ooze
And get ripped by Ak ‘cause they don't know the rules
Drop jewels frequently at various frequencies
Recently, MCs have been ignoring common decency
But now we gon' see how that go
And when you see Ak, be prepared for the flow
[Outro: Akrobatik]
Aight? I’m on the mic shit. This some real shit, yo. It's Akrobatik, y'all. Boston, Massachusetts. Who's up next? Who's up next? Who want the mic next? Where... where'd all the MCs go? Where... yo. No... nobody wanna touch this? It's hot though. Aight? Hehehehe
Aight, now (Yeah, y’all). All y'all, y'all gotta come up (Yeah, y’all) to the front now. This... this open mic but it ain't no bullshit (Yeah, y’all). Yo, y'all gotta come up to the front of the stage (Yeah, y'all). Know’m saying? Like... yup, you too, you (Yeah). You in the skirt, it's good to, good to see (Yeah, y'all) honey in a skirt and so... Come on. Come up to the front (Yeah, y'all). We're gonna do it like this (Yeah, y'all). Akrobatik, aight? Yo. Check it. Come on. Uh. Uh (What?). Let me see some hands, y'all. What's the deal?
[Verse 1: Akrobatik]
Spontaneous combustion. Always keep my movements turbo-thrusting
Showed up on the scene trailed by gale force winds gusting
Busting through obstructions with percussion like a wrecking ball
Brothers running game but, to be honest, I ain't checking y'all
Psycho fans prepared to answer my every beck and call
But I don't abuse the privilege
This raw, underground, gritty MC lifestyle, I'm living it
Last will and testament? I ain't never giving it (Why?)
Why? ‘Cause what I touch remains infinite
Cremate my material items, perpetuate your soul by sniffing it
I’ll make a Rhodes scholar sound illiterate
My soul is old, rhymes dirty, born illegitimate
My shit received five mics before I submitted it
If it didn't, it's because the reviewer was inconsiderate
Probably got his head up some R&B ass
But it don't matter though. Ain't nobody scarring me last
I drop the fat shit, everybody bounce to this Fakts shit
Wrote the classic rhyme and chose the fat beat to match it
Lightning-quick skill—Garciaparra couldn't catch it
I hate it when MCs wear mascara and they ass switch
I got the matches and my fingers on the gas switch
Now, only Ak remains top draft pick
Create a female MC from my rib
And start a new breed of rappers to freak the ad lib
Word
[Hook: Samples with Fakts One Scratches] (x2)
"Akrobatik always blowing the spot" - Akrobatik on Mr. Lif ft. Akrobatik’s “Inhuman Capabilities”
[Verse 2: Akrobatik]
On the mic, I shine like lightning bolts flashing
Rip it with a passion. Foes I'm smashing
Ashing out the spliff and get right down to biz
MCs all stuck—they failed the pop quiz
How you measure who the nigga reigning at the top is?
Platinum plaques or well-crafted business?
Witnesses across the nation vouch for Ak
While you digging in your couch for crack, I attack (What?)
Smack raps out the park like Mark McGwire
The crowd needs igniting—let Ak spark the fire
I be the raw supplier of the pure uncut. Son, what?
I'm stingy like busting one nut
We're funding missile launchers while ignoring the schools
But there's war in the schools, but we're led by the fools
And that leads to ignorant rappers who smoke ooze
And get ripped by Ak ‘cause they don't know the rules
Drop jewels frequently at various frequencies
Recently, MCs have been ignoring common decency
But now we gon' see how that go
And when you see Ak, be prepared for the flow
[Outro: Akrobatik]
Aight? I’m on the mic shit. This some real shit, yo. It's Akrobatik, y'all. Boston, Massachusetts. Who's up next? Who's up next? Who want the mic next? Where... where'd all the MCs go? Where... yo. No... nobody wanna touch this? It's hot though. Aight? Hehehehe
more tracks from the album
From the albums
- The EP (2000)
- Essential Akrobatik Vol. 1 (2007)
Akrobatik popular songs
- Absolute Value
- A to the K
- Beast Mode
- Be Prepared
- Front Steps Pt II (Tough Love)
- Ak B. Nimble
- Black Hell Breaks Loose
- Back Home to You
- Put Ya Stamp On It
- If We Can’t Build
- Kindred
- Always Bet On Ak
- Rain
- Step it Up
- Soul Glo
- The Bonecrusher
- Balance
- Cooler Heads
- Front Steps
- Feedback
- The Hand That Rocks the Cradle
- Hypocrite
- Prelude To Balance
- Woman Pt. II