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)
Knahmsayin? 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
Uhh, uhh, 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 priveledge
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 illigetimate
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 MC's 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
