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Aight now (yeah y'all) now
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All y'all y'all gotta come up (yeah y'all) to the front now
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This open mic but it ain't no bullshit (yeah y'all)
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Yo, y'all gotta come up to the front of the stage (yeah y'all)
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Knahmsayin? Like; yup you too, you (yeah)
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You in the skirt, it's good to - good to see (yeah y'all)
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honey in a skirt so, come on, come up to the front (yeah y'all)
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We're gonna do it like this (yeah y'all)
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Akrobatik aight yo, check it, come on
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Uhh, uhh, let me see some hands y'all, what's the deal?
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Spontaneous combustion, always keep my movements herbal thrustin
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Showed up on the scene trailed by gale force winds gustin
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Bustin through obstructions with percussion like a wreckin ball
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Brothers runnin game but to be honest I ain't checkin y'all
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Psycho fans prepared to answer my every beck and call
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but I don't abuse the priveledge
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This raw underground gritty MC lifestyle, I'm livin it
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Last will and testament? I ain't never givin it
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Why, cause what I touch remains infinite
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Cremate my material items perpetuate your soul by sniffin it
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I make a Rhodes scholar sound illiterate
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My soul is old, rhymes dirty, born illigetimate
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My shit received five mics before I submitted it
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If it didn't it's because the reviewer was inconsiderate
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Probably got his head up some R&B ass
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But it don't matter though, ain't nobody scarrin me last
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I drop the fat shit, everybody bounce to this fat shit
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Wrote the classic rhyme and chose the fat beat to match it
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Lightning quick skill, Garciaparra couldn't catch it
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I hate it when MC's wear mascara and they ass switch (word up)
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I got the matches and my finger's on the gas switch
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Now, only Ak remains top draft pick
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Create a female MC from my rib
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and start a new breed of rappers to freak the ad lib, word
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{*cuts: "Akrobatik's always blowin the spot"*}
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On the mic I shine like lightning bolts flashin
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Rip it with a passion, foes I'm smashin
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Ashin out the spliff and get right down to biz
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MC's all suck, they failed the pop quiz
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How you measure who the nigga reignin at the top is?
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Platinum plaques or well crafted bus-i-ness
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Witnesses across the nation vouch for Ak
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While you diggin in your couch for crack, I attack (what?)
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Smack raps out the park like Mark McGwire
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The crowd needs ignitin, let Ak spark the fire
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I be the raw supplier of the pure uncut son what?
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I'm stingy like bustin one nut
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We're fundin missle launchers while ignorin the schools
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but there's war in the schools, but we're led by the fools
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and that leads to ignorant rappers who smoke ooze
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and get ripped by Ak cause they don't know the rules
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Drop jewels frequently at various frequencies
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Recently MC's have been ignorin common decency
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but now we gon' see how that go
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And when you see Ak be prepared for the flow
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Aight? On the mic shit this some real shit yo
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It's Akrobatik y'all, Boston Massachusetts
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Who's up next? Who's up next who want the mic next?
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Where where'd all the MC's go?
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Yo.. no-nobody wanna touch this? It's hot though aight?
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Hehehe..
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The Flow
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