The Flow

Aight now (yeah y'all) now All y'all y'all gotta come up (yeah y'all) to the front now 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 I'm sayin'? Like, yup you too, you (yeah) You in the skirt, it's good to, good to see (yeah y'all) Honey in a skirt 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 Let me see some hands y'all, what's the deal? Spontaneous combustion, always keep my movements herbal thrustin' Showed up on the scene trailed by gale force winds gustin' Bustin' through obstructions with percussion like a wreckin' ball Brothers runnin' game but to be honest I ain't checkin' y'all Psycho fans prepared to answer my every beck and call But I don't abuse the privileged This raw underground gritty MC lifestyle, I'm livin' it Last will and testament? I ain't never givin' it Why, cause what I touch remains infinite Cremate my material items perpetuate your soul by sniffin' it I 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 scarrin' me last I drop the fat shit, everybody bounce to this fat 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 emcees wear mascara and they ass switch (word up) I got the matches and my finger's 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 Akrobatik's always blowin' the spot On the mic I shine like lightning bolts flashin' Rip it with a passion, foes I'm smashin' Ashin' out the spliff and get right down to biz Emcees all suck, they failed the pop quiz How you measure who the nigga reignin' at the top is? Platinum plaques or well crafted business Witnesses across the nation vouch for Ak While you diggin' in your couch for crack, I attack (what?) Smack raps out the park like Mark McGuire The crowd needs ignitin', let AK spark the fire I be the raw supplier of the pure uncut son what? I'm stingy like bustin' one nut We're fundin' missile launchers while ignorin' 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 emcees have been ignorin' common decency But now we gon' see how that go And when you see AK be prepared for the flow Aight? 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 emcees go? Yo, no-nobody want to touch this? It's hot though aight? He he he