The Bomb

It's the bomb, baby, the bomb, baby

With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes(x4)

I walk through the projects with stress in my hands

A bad young man from the Lefrak lands

They say I got an attitude, that's rude

Because I walked over Elvis' grave in some blue suede shoes

PUNK, I got some some stuff that'll bust through your pest LUMP

Clearing cells C****, you know the Ak shxt BUMP

But every now and then they say (he's wack)

But deep down in your heart

You and them dudes from Ripley's don't believe that

Everyone's down with the Ak brother

Every place I go people be like UDDA UDDA, UDDA

Trying to get the slang down pat, using verbs and syllables, shxt

But I'll flip the style like half a brick

So give me space like NASA, one deep like a bachelor

I turn shxt over without a spatula

You know how it goes by now, word to God

Lyrics are so hard they'll be Kevin Costner's bodyguard

Move over Whitney Houston, I'm not losing

By the way woman, yo, my name's not Susan

It's the Akinyel', I rock well and with more clientele

Than a guy with long caps of crack to sell

I take poetry and start illin' with it

Homicide police be looking for me from the way I be killing and shxt

You nxggas can't push along, with the Ak song

Because this shxt here's the bomb!

It's the bomb, baby, the bomb, baby

With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes

It's the bomb, baby, the bomb, baby

With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes

I catch wreck like an automatic tec

Ripping rhymes as if it was written with Gilletes

Rapping over slamming tracks

My hand's compared to a drxg called crack

Because it don't take much to get your ass smacked

So you can save bullshxt

Word is bond get your shoehorn

Because I got a style that fit

See Akinyele be cold cuttin' brothers up like a DELI

Keeping my cool like Arthur FONZARELLI

I kick more black ass than Jim KELLY

Nowadays ain't shxt that they could TELL ME

They give me mines from state to state

And gettin' so much props, my occupation should be real estates

So now it's time to face up

But if you play your jaw like a sneaker yo it's bound to get laced up

For the MC's that LOST IT

I'll treat your wack rhymes like a frisbee, watch the Ak TOSS IT

Selling out it what ya CAUSED IT

Charlie Angel rapper make like Farrah

And get rinsed down the FAUCET

'cause I'm coming at 'em

So save them devilish tricks for Eve if you don't know me from Adam

My lyrics are hotter than summer school

My image, far from an air conditioner because I never blow my cool

No thumbs up, nor a COLLAR

I won't scream or HOLLER

I make MC's sit they five DOLLAR ass down

'cause all they do is scream and speak in tongues

RAH RAH RAH, but I bust your motherfxckin' lungs

Burning up charts with the rhymes I spark

Cardiologist to words 'cause it comes from the heart

Brain is on steroids, keeping the lyrics strong

Huh, this shxt here is called the bomb!

It's the bomb, baby, the bomb, baby

With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes

It's the bomb, baby, the bomb, baby

With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes

I treat the mic like glass, 'cause I slash

Thirsty rappers' ass on a Friday night without no hockey mask

I make Jason meet his doom

I hit him with the bass from the room that goes

Ba-do-doom-do-do-DOOM

You can't fxck with it 'cause I'm a little too exquisite

For y'all snake-ass lizards

Check my style right before you freestyle

My style's hostile, Teddy Ted heard it he said "Oooh child"

I'm quick to damage you amateurs some of you pros

Know on the downlow that I'll assassinate your character

To think that you can get with this

With all them dreams you fxck around and put Freddy out of business

Because I'm a rapper's worst nightmare

Bringing tears for fears, I'm more bad news than the BEARS

Say a lot for success, I won't DARE

I'm not Shadoe Stevens so I cease to be just another Hollywood ******

I rope 'em like a lasso, you'd better dash yo

Don't stand around and be another Denis Leary *******

You'll get chopped like vegetables

I leave plenty many hanging like testicles, huh

Doing what I have to

To get room to breathe even if it means knocking out your asthma

This Ak flow ain't no fad

I be smoking nxggas like cigarettes because they style is just a fxcking drag

I done blew up the World Trade and Vietnam

Huh, because this shxt here is the bomb!

It's the bomb, baby, the bomb, baby

With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes..(repeat 'til fade)