Song Lyricz

Assasin Life


Intro

Assasin Life. We're going town to town. City to city. Where's
my Assasin's At? My people that put in work to that get that money.
This one's for you!
A double S, A-S, I-N/
A double S, A-S, I-N for Life nikha, for Life nikha!


Verse 1

I got this shyt tatted on my forearms, check my teachings/
Automatic gunfire make nikhaz paraplegics/
Bleeding on the pavement face it, my machete leaving faces faceless/
Similar to Jason, Freddy Krueger, bodies in the sewer/
How I maneuver through losers in any fucking class/
I ain't scared of any man, born A.S.S.A.S.I.N so I'm blasting/
Stomping then I'm slashing bastards in the adams apple/
The laughter eckos until I'm smashing through traffic with a backo/
Smoking tobacco on my Dr. Jekyll and Hyde skit/
Anytime you see A.S.S.A.S.I.N  L.I.F.E you better hide bytch!/
Cause when the sun sets and its dark everywhere, try to hide/
You know you're gonna die, every time we ride screaming Assasin Life/

Hook

You better, lock your doors and grab your clips/
Cause, Assasin's in this B-I-TCH/
My concepts are wicked and vicious, killing you bitches/
Plenty of ammunition spitting on all you marked nikhaz/
Come and get it/

Compton (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
L.A (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Long Beach (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
The first one mashing, the life of Assasins/

A double S, A-S, I-N for Life nikha (2x)


Vegas (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Phoenix (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Denver (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Even though they're blasting, you can't kill Assasins/

A double S, A-S, I-N for Life nikha (2x)

Verse 2

They killed Akhenaton but I'm back fuck a flat line/
Catch 5 in your back spine plus a black eye/
I rep mine, worldwide, If you real throw it up/
Assasin was the roll call now 30 tanks are rolling up/
Holding guns and smoking blunts, Who wanna disappear?/
Last year thought you were balling but you flopped like Britteny Spears!/
This year is mine, so devine when I fight, A fucking beast/
All these nikhaz yelling "Fuck Ak" I brought them to their fucking knees!/
Now face my Sun God, tell these snakes they face trial/
For defacing my congregation, 30 lashings single file/
Grenade anal penetration, yeah you heard right/
Pull the pin stick it in his ass then watch the sucka cry, die/

Hook

You better, lock your doors and grab your clips/
Cause, Assasin's in this B-I-TCH/
My concepts are wicked and vicious, killing you bitches/
Plenty of ammunition spitting on all you marked nikhaz/
Come and get it/

Seattle (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Houston (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Oklahoma (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
The first one mashing, the life of Assasins/

A double S, A-S, I-N for Life nikha (2x)

Jacksonville (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Baton Rouge (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Atalanta (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Even though they're blasting, you can't kill Assasins/

A double S, A-S, I-N for Life nikha (2x)

(Muhammad Ali Interview)

A double S, A-S, I-N

A double S, A-S, I-N for Life nikha

Interviewer:
Would you fight in such a war, in a holy war of this sort. I
mean how would you know you shouldn't fight?

Ali :
That's what I'm trying to say here. We have a leader who would speak.
Just like all countries have leaders. We have a leader. Like if we were
attacked and we're right, we believe in fighting. If we were attacked but
not being the aggressor.
I believe I'm the greatest. Why would I be with someone who's less
than me?

Verse 3

Applying Strategic Strategies As Situations Increase Numerously/
My acronym for an A.S.S.A.S.I.N, let the record reach/
L.I.F.E is literally Impossible For Equality/
Honestly that should speak volumes cause it's kinda deep/
Follow me as I walk through the valley of gang bangz/
Dope slangaz, pimps / playaz, nikha slayaz, hataz / tradaz/
Money makaz, regulataz, money changes most individuals/
Especially when ya broke and  never had a home/
FUCK IT , I stay A.S.S.A.S.I.N, study my con-CEPT/
Ingest it in your stom- ACH and regurgitate it to the pub-LIC/
Enhanced version of Thugging, fuck the rubbish sluggish, touch this/
Like Mc Hammer, lock the hammer and watch these nikhaz dance FUCK IT!/

Hook

You better, lock your doors and grab your clips/
Cause, Assasin's in this B-I-TCH/
My concepts are wicked and vicious, killing you bitches/
Plenty of ammunition spitting on all you marked nikhaz/
Come and get it/

Chicago (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Miami (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Kansas City (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
The first one mashing, the life of Assasins/

A double S, A-S, I-N for Life nikha (2x)

Pittsburgh (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
New York (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Detroit (getcha getcha) Middle fingers up!/
Even though they're blasting, you can't kill Assasins/

A double S, A-S, I-N for Life nikha (2x)

Outro

We don't die we multiply! (fades out)
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Death Trap

Intro

(Hot Shit)
(Ak Baby)

~ Ak ~
People that believe in luck is people that don't think 100% of the time.(Natural Born Leader)
What these people are doing is finding ways to dumb down society and I ain't having it! (Fuck That)
The target is our children. (Think about it)
Now a days our children run our parents. Until we self educate and motivate we will forever be in a Death Trap.
(Million human march)
Kick the hook.


Hook

Ignorance and Violence is a Death Trap/ (Can't you see it?)
Selling crack to kids is a Death Trap/ (Change)
Food and propaganda's is a Death Trap/ (Speak)
The only way we can make it is through education/ (Cmon Cmon)
(Yes,Yes)
Poverty and thievery is a Death Trap/
Broken families is a Death Trap/ (Change)
Stress and laziness is a Death Trap/ (Speak)
The only way we can make it is through unification/  (Cmon Cmon)


Verse 1

I hate writing and using my own words to describe/
My own life, Pops was abusive then died/
How abusive am I? So abusive to bruise rhymes/
Turn the dictionary into a motion picture, Sipping liquor/
Wondering why I'm in this rut/
I want to have a kid but what happens if his life becomes mine?/
STUCK broken family, STUCK in these battered streets/
STUCK in this gravity, Damaged seeds only breed tragedy/
My man Keith says "Speak the truth and educate the youth!"/
That's what I'm trying to do, Now I'm trying to move groups/
First I read the news then hit the booth, Puke truth/
So true once inside the mind it's like dynamite/
Explodes on a MOL-EC-ULAR level/
I'm trying to get RID OF YOU DEVILS, The infamous rebel/
On a ridiculous schedule, I'm digging ditches with shovels/
If you're digging this fellow, To late I'm already dead to clowns HELLO?!/

Hook


Ignorance and Violence is a Death Trap/ (Can't you see it?)

Selling crack to kids is a Death Trap/ (Change)

Food and propaganda's is a Death Trap/ (Speak)

The only way we can make it is through education/ (Cmon Cmon)

(Yes,Yes)

Poverty and thievery is a Death Trap/

Broken families is a Death Trap/ (Change)

Stress and laziness is a Death Trap/ (Speak)

The only way we can make it is through unification/  (Cmon Cmon)

Verse 2

The only things I'm good at is rhyming and fighting, Fussing and cussing/
Hustling and bucking, I hope I don't curse my lady's stomach for all this non-sense/
Then there's product, Ship it, Flip it, So many feins/
So many G's, If you want it you can get it for a price, What you need?/
Then there's court, Judge, Jury, Not guilty who will snitch?/
Testify to the crime, What a life!, What a bitch!/
Now I'm watching my back/
Watching my front, Smoking a blunt, Holding a gun, Who's that?/
Knock on the door, I'm ready to jet, Bags in my backpack/
Out though the window, Ran for a little, Hopping the fence DAM!/
I heard a sound turned around, 5 cop cars down the street/
Sweat on my face I had to think, I ain't going down in peace!/
I grabbed my heat, screamed and squeezed, Dumped a couple of shots/
3 hit the cops 1 dropped, The other hit a pregnant mother walking down the block/
They returned fire, Hitting my arms, Legs and chest/
I died at 16 with a baby on the way DAM!/

Hook

Ignorance and Violence is a Death Trap/ (Can't you see it?)

Selling crack to kids is a Death Trap/ (Change)

Food and propaganda's is a Death Trap/ (Speak)

The only way we can make it is through education/ (Cmon Cmon)

(Yes,Yes)

Poverty and thievery is a Death Trap/

Broken families is a Death Trap/ (Change)

Stress and laziness is a Death Trap/ (Speak)

The only way we can make it is through unification/  (Cmon Cmon)


Verse 3

I search for serenity amongst dark entities/
They try to finish me like me spirits weak/
Mentally it's a struggle, They rather see us all drop/
In the hood on every block there's fried chicken spots and liquor shops/
Subconscious advertizement is directed towards our kids/
Why is that? Cause if our kids want it parents will get it/
This cuts out the middle man, Makes us think less/
Put Shrek on a gun I bet parents will buy that, Please don't laugh/
This is serious, A Death Trap to get us knocked up/
Makes our kids obese so in turn make money for doctors/
So doctors can create a pill to help you loose weight/
Success yes but have you read the side effects yet?/
I call it population control, Some call it Illuminati/
Either way we have to elevate, Educate everybody/
They took critical thinking out of schools curriculum and cut Arts/
It's like they don't want us being smart/ (Death Trap)
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You Act Like


(Crooked I Interview)
But my whole thing is I understand the game. We're playing chess we ain't playing checkers. Know what I mean? I mean these record labels is cutting a big check to mother fuckers to be played. I'm not cutting that check. I'm independent. I can't be mad if I go over here and..........

(Ak)
Smacking the industry in the face....Killing all your favorite rappers....LET'S GOOO!!!!

Verse 1
I want this to bang at every club in every whip/
One of the truest to ever grip the M-I-C, From Cali to N-Y-C/
Lyrically I'm B-I-G, Opposite of Mr. Cee's I don't need Vaseline/
I prefer P-U-S-S-Y instead of D-I-C/ (wooo)
Makaveli shirt with the Levi jeans/
When I speak I reach multiple feins I feast/
On competition just give me a reason/
Y'all play like you're eating just a bunch of bulimics/
Puking in the bathroom, but the bathroom is the booth/
And you ain't actually sick, (the truth hurts!) It's true!/
I'm Hip-Hop to the core on my Doug E Fresh/
Known to box with the beat after the show I flex/
I'll be damed if I Run like D.M.C/ (uh uh)
Wouldn't be the first time I've seen heat in front of my face, Laced with game/

Hook
You act like I'm new to the game/
Hip-Hop in my veins/
And I'm shooting these lames/
(Whatcha doing Ak?)
I'm aiming at the top with double glocks/
I pop shots when body's drop call the cops/

You act like I'm new to the game/
Hip-Hop in my veins/
And I'm shooting these lames/
(Whatcha doing Ak?)
I'm aiming at the top with double glocks/
I pop shots when body's drop call the cops/ (Yo Yo)

Verse 2
I'ma Ruff Ryders slash D.M.X, Slash B.M.X/
Slash popping willies with the tech/
Drop my balls on Eve it ain't even a New Year/
Who cares! give Mook the boot YOU QUEER!/
My 45 will decrease 50 by 10 times/
Bring Lloyd Banks get more then a black eye/
By some Young Bucks, Stick Tony for his Yayo/
Had to do him like they did him in jail straight anal!/ (Ewwww!)
Got love for J Cole and Kanye too/
T.I, Jigga Man just to name a few/
Teach me how to Dougie is like teach me how to kill myself/
I thought the name of the game was to elevate and build ourselves!/ (YEAH!)
I'm in a different lane sipping Lemonade/
Had to bitch slap Gucci Mane for them whack tracks/
Wait, (haha) Jeezy's the only one holding the crown/
T.I that nikha wild, but wait to Ak touchdown in your town/

Hook
You act like I'm new to the game/
Hip-Hop in my veins/
And I'm shooting these lames/
(Whatcha doing Ak?)
I'm aiming at the top with double glocks/
I pop shots when body's drop call the cops/

You act like I'm new to the game/
Hip-Hop in my veins/
And I'm shooting these lames/
(Whatcha doing Ak?)
I'm aiming at the top with double glocks/
I pop shots when body's drop call the cops/ (Yo Yo)

Verse 3
It's the F-A-B-O-L-O, Hell No, Hello/
I go, Igloo, Ice cold, Follow, My flow/
I know I'm killing it, Stealing and drilling It/
Spiritual activist, Building this empire, A True lyricist/ (Drop It)
Laughing My Fucking Ass Off at Party Rock/
Check out the album picture, 1 girl and 2 cocks/ (Ewwww)
On my block that's considered Gay, Dam that Super Bass/
Nicki got that SUPER ass cause she's SUPER fake!/
Tell Wayne (Haha) I'll snatch him be the dreads, Cut off his head/
Fuck it, pull out the rifle and go Bird Man hunting/
Rick Ross the fat boss, Your rhymes weak black/
I'm allergic to your raps like you're allergic to P90X/ (woooo)
On that J Cole work out/
With Paula on her knees looking for what's under Ga Ga's Skirt/ (It's a dick!)
Child, Tell Drake he got that Frankenstein face/
Who ever lined you up shouldn't get paid, It's a dam shame/
I'm so disrespectful selectful with my Crooked I/
My rhymes Slaughter Houses and I'm only 5'9"/
None of my Wolves are Yellow, None of my Wolves are mellow/
Dumping on any sell out, Wine up dead like Amy Winehouse/ (Haha)

Hook (Repeat 2x)
You act like I'm new to the game/
Hip-Hop in my veins/
And I'm shooting these lames/
(Whatcha doing Ak?)
I'm aiming at the top with double glocks/
I pop shots when body's drop call the cops/

You act like I'm new to the game/
Hip-Hop in my veins/
And I'm shooting these lames/
(Whatcha doing Ak?)
I'm aiming at the top with double glocks/
I pop shots when body's drop call the cops/

Outro
Lyrically killing 90% of the industry to date. I go by the name Ak. SoulfulMusiq.blogspot.com kicking REAL music! I'ma mother fucking problem! (fades out)
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On That

Uh Uh

Verse 1
I just got paid that's why I'm at the club/ (club)
Looking for A thick chick with big tits, ummm/ (umm)
There she is my carmel hot falopagis/ (gis)
The way she drop them hips, say hi to my finger tips/ (tips)
Now I'm in grind mode, the club is getting heavy/
I'm like we gotta go, back to my chevy/
She was down, I meant she went way down/ (way down)
Twisting up a ounce, baby just stay down/
She had a smoke, (she had a smoke) I had a smoke/ (had a smoke)
She wanted mo, (wanted mo) I wanted doh/ (wanted doh)
I hustle for them gawps, a playa neva stop/ (neva stop)
She didn't pay now she's sittin at the bus stop/


Hook
LET'S GO!
What do you have... (On That bottle)
You said we're going half.. (On That hydro)
Now you want to pay me back... (On That yayo)
YOU gotta pitch in or you don't get shyyyytttttt
(Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)

What do you have... (On That bottle)
You said going half.. (On That hydro)
Now you want to pay me back... (On That yayo)
YOU gotta pitch in or you don't get shyyyytttttt

Verse 2
You ever been to a bar with any of your friends?/
You were paying for every other round you agreed and/
You started drinking, laughing, shooting pool/ (shooting pool)
A couple drinks later the bartenders calling you/
Hey mister, It's time to pay your tab/
All your homies dashed, reach in your pockets there ain't no cash/ (ain't no cash)
Dam it, pump up the Nike's and make a run for it/ (run for it)
I heard a (gun chalk) Now I'm focused/ (now I'm focused)
I left the scene, (I left the scene) can hardly breathe/ (can hardly breathe)
Called up the homies (phone rings) answer machine/
Now I'm walking, (walking) dam it's kinda far/
I heard a (tires squealing) It's the homies with the fukkN car/


Hook

LET'S GO!!
What do you have... (On That bottle)
You said we're going half.. (On That hydro)
Now you want to pay me back... (On That yayo)
YOU gotta pitch in or you don't get shyyyytttttt
(Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)

What do you have... (On That bottle)

You said going half.. (On That hydro)

Now you want to pay me back... (On That yayo)

YOU gotta pitch in or you don't get shyyyytttttt

Intermission 
Every every body body wants something free/ (something free)
They smoke all day with a only if It's free/ (if it's free)
Every every body body wants something free/ (something free)

They drink all day with a only if It's free/ (if it's free)

Verse 3
(Ha Ha) 2x
My mind's so slanted/ (so slanted)
I stay with a bottle you stay empty handed/ (empty handed)
I stay with that Kush you stay on that dirt/ (on that dirt)
I switched my style up don't you see I put in work?!/ (put in work 3x)
I'm back to the basics/
Hit once hit twice now I'm looking for a dam payment/ (dam payment)
Friendships come and go but my money doubles/
Nothing's free in this world so come out ya pocket with something/


Hook (Repeat 2x)

LET'S GO!!

What do you have... (On That bottle)

You said we're going half.. (On That hydro)

Now you want to pay me back... (On That yayo)

YOU gotta pitch in or you don't get shyyyytttttt

(Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)



What do you have... (On That bottle)

You said going half.. (On That hydro)

Now you want to pay me back... (On That yayo)

YOU gotta pitch in or you don't get shyyyytttttt



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Go Hard Or Go Home

Go, Hard, Or, Go, Home/

Hook
Dam it I was pushed out and never given shit/ (NOTHING)
My only choices were ride or die as A kid/ (YEAH)
Grew up amongst the big boys that told a younger ME/
(You gotta go hard, You gotta go strong)
Dam it I was pushed out and never given shit/ (NOTHING)
My only choices were ride or die as A kid/ (YEAH)
Grew up amongst the big boys that told a younger ME/
Go, Hard, Or, Go, Home/
(You gotta go hard, You gotta go strong)

Verse 1
I, popped out the vagina, as a rydha/
A natural born fighta, skin complexion way lighta/
But with a lighter and a gas can, each man/
I set on fire will turn lighter and brighter then this half black cat/
I have issues, diss me I'll diss you/
Piss me off I'll piss on you, that includes loogies and dookies/
I'm more looney than tunes, drunk in interviews/
Surrounded by colleagues and crews, that's drunk too/
Change shoes, I'd be scared, Prepare for the worst/
When dispersed we're more than words, nouns and verbs/
Like verbs I'm bringing ACTION/
I was never giving shit that's why I'm always grabbing/
How's that for passion? Just imagine my position/
My opposition promotes crucifixion, not better living what a contradiction/
To my vision, F the friction I want it all/
You gotta go hard or stay home, I came to ball/

Hook
Dam it I was pushed out and never given shit/ (NOTHING)
My only choices were ride or die as A kid/ (YEAH)
Grew up amongst the big boys that told a younger ME/
(You gotta go hard, You gotta go strong)
Dam it I was pushed out and never given shit/ (NOTHING)
My only choices were ride or die as A kid/ (YEAH)
Grew up amongst the big boys that told a younger ME/
Go, Hard, Or, Go, Home/
(You gotta go hard, You gotta go strong)

Verse 2
I think I have more heart then any person in this planet/
We all grew up dysfunctional, I grew up somewhat tangent/
Fragments of our youth, spread out in photos of different places/
Escaping death, although some of us didn't make it, I remember the faces/
At the funeral, mama shaking at the wake then, I had an epiphany/
Life is too short like the track but the facts is, I didn't understand it/
Cause it lacked emotions of death and that shit can hit your chest/
Like a freight train, now I hit the gym and train/
Make way before I brake chains, switch lanes, you bitch made/
Mother Duck us, motha fuckaz better bow down/
I'm doing it for my homies that's dead and locked down/
Chi-town gave birth, then I moved to the West/
Filled with gorillas and tattoos, Bitches and sand dunes/
Mexicans and Black dudes, they give me daps and they're fans too/
That's true, bad news for any half ass fool/

Hook
Dam it I was pushed out and never given shit/ (NOTHING)
My only choices were ride or die as A kid/ (YEAH)
Grew up amongst the big boys that told a younger ME/
(You gotta go hard, You gotta go strong)
Dam it I was pushed out and never given shit/ (NOTHING)
My only choices were ride or die as A kid/ (YEAH)
Grew up amongst the big boys that told a younger ME/
Go, Hard, Or, Go, Home/
(You gotta go hard, You gotta go strong)


Break/Intermission
Go Bonkers, Get crazy/
I'm ruthless, You lazy/
Go Bonkers, Get crazy/
I'm ruthless, You lazy/
Go Bonkers, Get crazy/
I'm ruthless, You lazy/
O.M.G, If you can't go HARD, Take, Your, Broke, Ass, Home!/

Hook
Dam it I was pushed out and never given shit/ (NOTHING)
My only choices were ride or die as A kid/ (YEAH)
Grew up amongst the big boys that told a younger ME/
(You gotta go hard, You gotta go strong)
Dam it I was pushed out and never given shit/ (NOTHING)
My only choices were ride or die as A kid/ (YEAH)
Grew up amongst the big boys that told a younger ME/
Go, Hard, Or, Go, Home/
(You gotta go hard, You gotta go strong)


Dam it I was pushed out and never given shit/ (NOTHING)
My only choices were ride or die as A kid/ (YEAH)
Grew up amongst the big boys that told a younger ME/
(You gotta go hard, You gotta go strong)
Dam it I was pushed out and never given shit/ (NOTHING)
My only choices were ride or die as A kid/ (YEAH)
Grew up amongst the big boys that told a younger ME/
Go, Hard, Or, Go, Home/
(You gotta go hard, You gotta go strong)

Outro
If you ain't feeling this, chances are you're a complete paraplegic.
90% numbness in your body. A complete vegetable. Don't walk the street
without a buddy brotha! Haha. No matter what side you on. Rather it's the
East side, South side, North side, Mid side, West side. I won't stop till I go Worldwide.
That's the mission home boi Believe it!

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Call Me When U Need Me

Intro
Turn me up a little. A little louder.
(1, 2)

Hook
Call me when u need me, only if u want/
Si I'm down for my homiez just pick the phone up/
And call me when u need me, you know I got your back/
If they mash I mash, blast I blast, forever com-rads/
Repeat 2x

Verse 1
I'm down for my homiez, whateva they need I got U/
Whateva you need I got u cause whateva I need u got me/
Shhhh.. I'm heartless when it comes to my target/
Beat them retarded, til they st-st-st-sturding/
We some gutter kids started off broke with a dream/
Kick down the front doors hands high wherez the cream?/
We wanted Gz, ducking police, hear the sirens?/
Ghetto birds flying, tunnels we hide in, shh silence/
I never killed anybody, yyyyeeeetttt/
Don't be the first one to make this bi-polar soulja get upssssseeeetttt/
Send a text and 100 gutta brothaz roll/
Bustn rounds on your town, call it a gun show for dumb folks/
2 fingers from my thumb goes, up and around/
To these klownz that ain't down when my homies hit your town/
You know my 7 digits, pick up the phone and call/
I'll be there in a minute, it's us against them all, your truest dawg/

Hook
Call me when u need me, only if u want/
Si I'm down for my homiez just pick the phone up/
And call me when u need me, you know I got your back/
If they mash I mash, blast I blast, forever com-rads/
Repeat 2x

Verse 2
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, I got your back/
When everything rumbles and crumbles, be humble and understand/
We're family through our ups and downs, smiles and frowns/
If they kick you down I be their to help you out no doubt/
As a child I didn't have NOTHING but/
My own pride, 2 knuckles inching to fight/
As an outkast I learned how to stand on my own/
Cliqued up with some real people, on a mission to grow so/
Call me when you need me, only if you want/
Cause i'ma feast on these weaklings, internally they punks/
From the jump, i'ma tell you the truth, it's just principles/
No loot or coop, pick up the phone I got a vehicle/
Here's some money so you can be back on your feet/
You ain't gotta pay me back, I ain't in it for the greed/
Believe you and me, whateva you need scream Ak/
Bet I ryde for all my homies, WE ALL WE GOT!/

Hook
Call me when u need me, only if u want/
Si I'm down for my homiez just pick the phone up/
And call me when u need me, you know I got your back/
If they mash I mash, blast I blast, forever com-rads/
Repeat 2x

Verse 3
Ready to fight if the homies say so, I'm about my pesos/
Never fight about hoes with stilettos that's a no no/
Cause as your doh grows they come then they go so much/
But your homies stay tru no matter what, now that's love/
I remember stealing liquior and throwing PARTEYZ/
Jello shots off the hottest BOTEYZ mixed with BARCATEY/
All RIGHTEY then, had mad friends attend/
Dipped bluntz in Alize grab a lighter hit the splif/ (Smoking)
Many times tote nines I prefer 45s/
Stuck up dealaz 4 the squilaz off Tequila no lime/
Oh my, I can't go into too much details/
Cause the cops that listen rather see me in jail/
It's clear, I rep my people at every angle/
These hataz can make you unstable, grabbing you by the ankles/
NO THANK YOU, I try to stay sukka free/
Call my Gz with F it genes to come cut your team suddenly/
Why motha clukka cause we com-rads!/

Intermission
Man you can't end this song out like that. Homie you got to drop that hook again.
(Aight got you)

Hook
Call me when u need me, only if u want/
Si I'm down for my homiez just pick the phone up/
And call me when u need me, you know I got your back/
If they mash I mash, blast I blast, forever com-rads/
Repeat 4x

Outro
Yeah this is dedicated to ALL my REAL homies.  Both male and female
that had my back since day 1. We might fight and argue but don't
forget we also laugh and smile too! And that's important. It's all good.
 No matter what happened between us you can pick up the phone and dial
up your homie any time! I don't care if it's 1-800-Collect a brotha. Just  call
 your homie. It's all good! Cause REAL people help REAL people! And that's
the point. Cause REAL people help REAL people!

Call me when u need me, only if u want/
Si call me when u need me, only if u want/
Si call me when u need me, only if u want/
Si call me when u need me, call me when u need me/
Call me when u need me, only if u want/
Si call me when u need me, only if u want/
Si call me when u need me, only if u want/
Si call me when u want, Si call me when u want/
(haha)
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Cawt N Da MadNz

Intro
Everybody wanna be a G and Thug until they get shot. 
Then they a born again Christian. Found Jesus and shit.
All Because Ice Cube talk about guns and Ak talk about 
guns, Doesn't mean you have to carry one! Be true to
yourself homeboy. Be true to yourself homeboy.


Transition
Real people run this, real people run this/

Real people run this shit right here!/

(Repeat 2x)

Verse 1
I'm on that left side, west side nigga please test mine/
Bet I, bless minds, anytime I rep mine/
Can't lie, when most rhyme, I want to die/
It's like they bought a program from Best Buy for half price/
Called, fresh lines, please return the device/
Take my advice, think twice, you can't buy talent!/
So many ghost writers, so many fake artists/
I keep it 500 degrees like that Carter kid/
I put my heart in this, the hardest shit/
Is to convince an audience of heartless men how smart I am!/
Then start a trend, make a couple new friends/
To invest in tal-ent so I can bar tend/
Take a, couple shots, I carry mad rounds/
People talk shit, I lay your ass down!/
No problems like Jay-Z, be careful though/
Haters go FUCK YOURSELF, Asexual/


Hook
Don't get Cawt N Da, Mad-Nz/
Cause niggaz disappear like, ma-gic/
Wanna be a thug so you, rap it/
Until niggas kick down your door blasting!/
(Repeat 2x)


Verse 2
I write for my children, you know I try to build them/
Some of them step out of line, makes me want to kill them/
I FEEL THEM!, put 25 guns up/
You wanna be a thug until a thug runs up/
I'ma hit you with the 1, then hit you with the 2/
Bring 3, I'll bring .45, SURPRISE!/
Nursery rhymes help trigga your I.Q/
Before the bell rings these hataz ARE THRU!/
I'm a veteran, whose, better than/
Most rappers are comedians, call them Dave Letterman/
Let em in, it's time to settle this/
Packing metal stick P. Diddy for his Benjaminz/
Ridiculous, somewhat frivolous/
How these niggaz suck my dick, then bite the tip/
Press play on the N.W.A tape and start a riot/
Smack em in the face, It don't matter just don't bite it!/


Hook
Don't get Cawt N Da, Mad-Nz/

Cause niggaz disappear like, ma-gic/

Wanna be a thug so you, rap it/

Until niggas kick down your door blasting!/

(Repeat 2x)

Transition
(Haha) 
Real people run this, real people run this/
Real people run this shit right here!/
(Get your mother fucking hands up and drop this shit now!)
(Repeat 2x)

Verse 3
Rapper of the year, no Mc of the century/
Right next to Malcolm X, Mr. King, mention me/
In History, books, born in Crook county/
Mom worked off Rush street as a waitress, getting money/
In a blues club, that's how I got my soul/
I grew up poor so fighting came natural/
Mix some alcohol with a little bit of weed/
Sun Tzu's teachings, John Brown, you got me!/
Blame it on the rap that turns teens into Gz/
Even tho their parents have money and they live clean/
Shit I'ma throw a couple W's and yell kill/
Watch the news see what happens when kids pop pills/
Headlines read, mall shooting disaster/
2 white kids listen to this west coast rapper/
Which resulted in a matter, of mass murder/
Witness said, " I don't know I was just eating a burger then they flipped!"/


Hook
Don't get Cawt N Da, Mad-Nz/

Cause niggaz disappear like, ma-gic/

Wanna be a thug so you, rap it/

Until niggas kick down your door blasting!/

(Repeat 2x)

Outro Then Fade Out




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Check My Style 

Verse 1
(Tell them who you is NIKHA!)
I started off little itty bitty city little nig-a-ro/
L.I.F.E watered this seed, time watched this little nigga GROW/
Now I watch my world in a different perspective/
Reflecting lessons, past aggression, just, adolescence with weapons/
I could, care less if anybody, don't feel my flows/
Cause I get in a spiritual trance when God, touches my soul/
I explode with words, to every ghetto and every suburb/
Insert verbs to gangstas and nerds if you read my words/
Then you'll find me absurd, but take a moment to think of our past/
And where we came from, then you'll see why I'm Akhenaton/
My Sun, being every human being, from black, white, puerto rican/
We're not guaranteed freedom so fight for what you believe in/
Seize this, right that every soul has brought/
My rhymes don't promote fashion it promotes thought/
No doubt, I, remain underground, my voice hella loud/
You can bet I'm letting hell out of jail house propaganda NOW/

Hook
(You should know) I'ma keep it real, F what you feel/
(Hey) We're in the field, kicking knowledge you know it's ill/
Real, people do real thangs/
It ain't about tangible chains, it's about educating peoples brains/
(Hey) I keep it west side, F whatcha thought/
(Hey) I keep it east side, F whatcha thought/
(Hey) I keep it south side, F whatcha thought/
(Hey) I'm universal now, Check My Style (Uh) 

Verse 2
It's, so funny to me why my own people hate me/
I'm telling brothers to think, they rather see us in slavery/
AND, I ain't just talking whites/
My own kind is guilty of genocide when we ride/ (Think about it)
I'm not, trying to be a preacher cause, I ain't a saint/
I just speak what I see, in front of my face/
That's the main reason why radio won't play this/
Even if I don't have a fan, I'm still glad that I made this!/ (Yes!)
This is my endeavor, my opportunity to change this/
Every town, every city tell your radios to play this/ (Yes!)
Every station should appreciate this/
Listen to other rappers and what they're saying I bet it sounds like sanitation/
How many people can you shoot and kill in your verses?/
No rapper does that shit, why are we addicted to murder?/
Certainly, I predict no one will listen to me, my missions to lead/
I'm fishing the weak and teaching them to speak, eventually/


Hook
(You should know) I'ma keep it real, F what you feel/
(Hey) We're in the field, kicking knowledge you know it's ill/
Real, people do real thangs/
It ain't about tangible chains, it's about educating peoples brains/
(Hey) I keep it west side, F whatcha thought/
(Hey) I keep it east side, F whatcha thought/
(Hey) I keep it south side, F whatcha thought/
(Hey) I'm universal now, Check My Style (Uh) 


Verse 3
It's funny, when you keep it real you have no friends/
The power of fear conquers love, ain't that a bitch!/
A coward with a gun can put homies against each other/
Snitches get stitches but riches invite bitches coward niggas/
I, see them rolling in packs/
They hate your ass but buy a ticket when you rap, ironic/
Blowing chronic and drinking, Jim Bean/
I'm focused, so streets call me homeless/
My minds open when I'm coasting I'm FREE/
Of all worries that face me, I give a fuck/
My aunt drives a bus, like her I'm ready to tear shit up/
It's like a pregnant woman, that ain't got food/
My food is the truth, it is what it is don't, be confused/
My homie told me when something is foul just say it's interesting/
You learn so much from your enemies when you LISTEN IN/
To conversations, here's my situation, my generation/
Needs to get up off the couch, here's the motivation, embrace this/

Hook
(You should know) I'ma keep it real, F what you feel/
(Hey) We're in the field, kicking knowledge you know it's ill/
Real, people do real thangs/
It ain't about tangible chains, it's about educating peoples brains/
(Hey) I keep it west side, F whatcha thought/
(Hey) I keep it east side, F whatcha thought/
(Hey) I keep it south side, F whatcha thought/
(Hey) I'm universal now, Check My Style (Uh) 


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Can't Keep A Real Man Down

Verse 1
Too, many niggas be arrogant for no reason/
Ain't got a job, If it wasn't for your wife you wouldn't be eating/
Why, moms still supporting GROWN ASS MALES?/
Coat tails, PLEASE GROW THE FUCK UP AND BE MEN FOR REAL!/
Ain't nothing worst than a man 30 years old/
Feet up eating chips waiting for his mom to come home!/
Now, if I was the head nigga in charge of L.I.F.E/
There would be an ultimatum, elevate or die/
Since I'm not, God just a brotha from the block/
I might piss, or list a couple people off top/
Not, by names, cause, that would be snitchN/
Just by metaphors/similes, now pay attention/
Listen, How many people you know loves FREE SHIT?/
That would over to your house just to eat up your shit/
It seems that they NEVER pitch in/
And have the audacity to hate the food you bring them!/
Pathetic then, you have, lazy producers who don't do a thang/
And constantly wonder why there's no money in their bank, account/
They use to send you tracks and be about, Bizznizz/
Critique yourself cause brotha you're BARELY living/
Misery LOVES company, that's why I stay solo/
I'm no doh doh, People ain't always on the go go!/
Excuses on the phone though, Thinking that i'm slow-mo/
Shopping before you pay your bills, to me that's loco and stupid!/

Hook
I, don't know/ (I don't know God)
Why, (why?) there's so/ (there's so)
Many fake niggas/
(Can't Keep A Real Man Down)
I'm too real for that/
(If you feel me then say) Repeat 2x

Verse 2
Hey, I think family is the worst/
What's family? I'm still looking for the definition of that word!/
See in my family there's no reunions/
Unless somebody dies and there's something valuable in their rooms/
Shit the only visions that I had, as a lad/
After grandma passed, everything was up for grasp!/
Understand I have a brotha who ain't worth shit/
I would give him up for 2 pennies, a quarter and a thick ass, blonde bitch/
He always perpetrated being a balla/
But leeched off women so his money can catch up, so why even call him?/
Dam, just a waste of my time/
Life goes on even when you die, so I recite in my mind/
Hooked up MANY homies with MANY rides and didn't ask for dividends/
They stop calling when your car broke down, crazy isn't?/
This world that we're living in; Filled with kids, sin/
Stupidity and snakes, jealously tricks, if you feel me then say/

Hook
I, don't know/ (I don't know God)
Why, (why?) there's so/ (there's so)
Many fake niggas/
(Can't Keep A Real Man Down)
I'm too real for that/
(If you feel me then say) Repeat 2x

Verse 3
I know those hataz gon say, Ak is just hurt/
That's bullshit, all because I write my L.I.F.E in every single verse!/
This is for my real women, who ain't focused on these stans tell 'em/
(I'm To Real For That) Now get your cash!/
I can't stand weak motha fuckaz, I'm street motha fuckaz/
They smile but quick to dent your truck up/
Deflate your tire, cut your oil line/
Nothings leaking but their blood when I find them, walking outside!/
There's no respect on my block, you can get it 2morrow/
If you ain't hustlN, you always gon be broke and try to borrow/
Other niggaz riches, become some other niggaz bitch/
Cause you want that fast life but can't pay your dam rent!/
Focus on getting your own thang going/
StripN makes you money, but what happens when your body becomes older?/
Then you have kids and they grow up, I hope you grow up/
And see the bigger picture, If you feel me then say/

Hook
I, don't know/ (I don't know God)
Why, (why?) there's so/ (there's so)
Many fake niggas/
(Can't Keep A Real Man Down)
I'm too real for that/
(If you feel me then say) Repeat 2x
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Born Leader


Verse 1
Give me a beat, A topic, a hit of chronic and Gin tonic/
I spit Ebonics intertwined with a killer mentally/
I learned from the streets, my streets filled with genocide/
Abide by the street code, I wished mama would of told me about life/
As a baby maybe I would of chosen abortion, Not me/
Only distorted seeds that lack the ability to see/
BREATHE Akhenaton, Squeeze, Release when we mobbing/
S-L-U-Gs on your Knees when we robing, I'm coming kamikaze/
You got it twisted if you think I'm Chi/
F*ck a nine, Rather punch an eye, Drop a guy any F*cking time/
My rhymes scheme's spectacular even fabulous/
I want establishments, cash as high as attics get/
While you're focused on ass and tits I'm attacking and planning big/
The definition of A Certified G, PEEP IT/
My strategic secrets leaking to any human being/
Who possess the discipline and ability for critical thinking/

Hook
(Throw Your Fist Up) YES! I'm A Born Leader/
Self-Educate, Our Young Leaders/
Motivated, Dedicated, Educated, Agitated, No I can't take it, Where's my Leaders at?/ (repeat 2x)

Verse 2
We went from Physical slaves to literal individual slaves/
Broadcast fake through our airwaves directly to our youths brains/
Over time our minds depreciates, now that's a given/
All I see is our youth dead or in prison wishing for forgiveness/
Repentance is mandatory to eradicate your adversaries/
Pick up a dictionary and increase your vocabulary/
Visionaries all a like, join in unison and look/
How do we know how to shoot a gun before we know how to read a f*cking book?/
Maybe it's rhetorical, what separates me from other vocals/
Is that I'm loco and I know that/
You gotta be a little bit crazy to change the thoughts of man/
When man already hates man, but man I'm bout to snap on man cause this man had enough, Got Dam!/

Hook
(Throw Your Fist Up) YES! I'm A Born Leader/
Self-Educate, Our Young Leaders/
Motivated, Dedicated, Educated, Agitated, No I can't take it, Where's my Leaders at?/ (repeat Until Song Fades)
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Tyme 4 A Change


Verse 1
I Make Real Music Homie, I Don’t make tracks/
My Ka is so attached to this pad, it manifests/
Into a insect that detects, intellect/
Then injects subjects to the chest of our cores nest/
HUMANITY, My culture so Ruined/
Apathy, A form of gravity Sir Isaac Newton/
My Truest Infusions Delay Illusions, Producing/
Hope NOT Dope unless I metaphorically Introduce It/
Improve This, Picasso Art form; Drop, Hot, Tip-Top Flows/
You know how H.I.P-H.O.P goes!/
I love Slip-Knot, Blues, Jazz And R&B/
But If I spit conscious flows, Y’all ain’t feeling me?/
Y’all be killing me, through negativity/
Makes It Hard to breathe like Maroon 5, there’s so much jealousy!/
I believe, If you believe, you can achieve/
Why hate one another cause the other wants to succeed?/

Hook
You can’t stop me, I be on my, GRIND/
Trying to get mine and change my life , IT’S TIME/
I do, something Right/
Cause ,I got a little one, Got Me thinking like/ (repeat 2x)
(It’s Tyme 4 A Change)

Verse 2
Our tragedies felt!/
This game is so screwed up it needs A Chasity belt!/
And every Mc can, hold the key of opportunity/
For Creation or devastation, I rep my nation/
Rather or not, they rep me/
That’s how much love I have for my dying breed, trying teens!/
They try so hard, to find a job/
Know that God has a way, I know it’s hard to maintain faith/
Our D.N.A rotates, on this basis/
First survival then the bible, PLEASE CHANGE THIS!/
ERASE THIS, so you can EMBRACE THIS Spaceship/
Teachings of ancient reincarnated Sacred paintings laced with/
Street knowledge, like the Big Bang Theory/
Explode with soul until my people hear me much CLEARLY/
Dear me to defy the laws of nature, watch me levitate/
Won’t stop ‘til we elevate, I’ll make this world shake!/

Hook
You can’t stop me, I be on my, GRIND/
Trying to get mine and change my life , IT’S TIME/
I do, something Right/
Cause ,I got a little one, Got Me thinking like/ (repeat 2x)
(It’s Tyme 4 A Change)

Verse 3
You know I’m messing with that White Snake/
I’m ready to booooomb like Timothy Mcveigh/
It’s venom in my veins, My verbs like hurricanes/
Rain down like Brook Benton in Georgia, Have you heard the tape?/
There’s no escape when the clouds part and the thunder strikes/
Lighting spits out the mouth of a possessed guy/
Kinda, skitsofrantic my internal schematics/
Kinda slanted but gigantic only if you can understand it/
Too many, people, Too many egos, Too many evil/
Too many feeble, Too many think slow, now that’s lethal!/
Not the lethal, that can kill other people/
But the lethal, that’s genocidal and would leave your ass broke/
So, be opinionated not indecisive/
Know whatcha want and thrive for it, You gotta ride for it/
My message is so important but many, will ignore it/
Store in the back, then torch it with a match, it’s hard to understand/

Hook
You can’t stop me, I be on my, GRIND/
Trying to get mine and change my life , IT’S TIME/
I do, something Right/
Cause ,I got a little one, Got Me thinking like/ (repeat 2x)
(It’s Tyme 4 A Change)
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