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Checkmate Lyric by Akinyele

I throw incinerators at rappers that talk garbage
About the ak, they dont know me from a tree in the forest
My names not summer so I dont sweat it
Most yall niggaz know I cut ya like cheese thats cheddared
I been around the world like lisa stansfield tour bus
Tearin niggaz up from here to west bubblefuck
So dont front like you dont know what my name is
Before I start diving up in that ass like greg louganis
Thats not my number one amos
You take my style and squeeze your lips
Like probably you see your life stopped, youre freakin famous
I dare another rapper try to tame this
I hit you in the anus
Once yall reach for the damn a-list
Still, this aint the pretty boy
Fear sex-appeal its ak, a.k.a. the real deal
I make punk rappers stutter, y-yoyoy-yoyoy-yoyo
I bring out the das efx in a motherfucker
I livin larger than a mansion, you hear me?
You fear me, youre just a little house on the praerie
Leave fore hurricane ak come blowin in
All you motherfuckers best to breeze like the wind
Check the news forecast
I place a con niggazll stick ya on your butt
If youre light in the ass
Close your eyes, and concentrate its time to recognize
The ak keep brothers on checkmate

Check over there, and then check over here
Just lend me your ear, cmon listen

Nigga you just cant defeat me
Child abusers walk around, knowin they just cant beat me
So dont try to take the winners belt
Aiyyo this aint april 1st so dont dare fool yourself
It dont get no liver, Im hittin harder than a chastiser
I flip rhymes like saliva, poundin on your brain
With the sick shit Im saying
I got more game than a panhandler on a train
Huh, its rare if I dont catch props
Im the ak I tear that ass out the frame like a benzie box
You know the rules if you aint ruff
Stay on the hush and get played like sunday school shoes
And get scuffed, I put heads to bed like newlyweds
Sing your rap eulogy
Cuz now youre good as dead
Hit the deck, once I round it off like a tec
I play you like a game of chess and keep your ass in check
Checkmate

Check all around, and then check for them clowns
Check the fuckin real sound, break down

In english, mcs cant last
Similar to a car crash, I got rap in a smash
Whenever you wanna get loose and hang out
Remember I done turned enough troops into the last boy scout
Think youll last? then come try
Otherwise make like a librarian and keep your ass quiet
Im out to catch the winners cup
All you number one contenders just got knocked to the runners up
What nigga what? Im blowin up the spot with dynamite
Rhymes by the ak
Airports they amazed to me
Shit cuz I fly so much heads yah have my own travel agency
Raps are fat like sumo, slammin like judo
I wont get abused like numbers, Im menudo
I got the art down pat, pass the courderoy
This bad boy about to start to slack
Fuck how I could just kill a maaaan
Im slick and puttin brothers out with these edward niggahands
Ten fingers of death, grippin micraphones
Holdin my own, sparkin rhymes up like grindstones
Rippin up challengers
Creating a mess on stage out of comedian rappers like gallagher
My mind is filthier than a hamper
Dirty like a camper
On top of that Ive been through more shit than pampers
Fake is what I aint
But constantine the great, dont know me from a can of paint
Listen to how the soundwaves vibrate
You cant relate, I got your whole brain on checkmate

Rob swift is his name, with akineyle in the game
Youre best to maintain, as we aim for your brain
As we aim for your brain (3x)