Ak Ha Ha Ak Hoo Hoo

Akinyele

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    Chorus: repeat 4X
    It's the ak ha ha, the ak hoo hoo (Akineyle)
    Verse One:
    Yo, y'all know what's about to happen
    When I proceed to give you what you need and the Ak start rappin
    I throw rhymes like children throwin balls on project bricks
    In other words I be kickin that old off the wall shit
    I don't rehearse they don't come better than
    I don't need light, cuz I'm a late night person like David Letterman
    You know the whole repoitoire not far from a star
    Baby Pah, the Ak can shine like ArmorAll
    Chorus
    Verse Two:
    Akineyle, producing more stunning hits
    So call me Ex-Lax, cuz I'm about ready to start runnin shit
    Toss and TURNIN ya, watch Ak BURNIN ya
    You can't hold your own you fuck around and catch a HERNIA (Akineyle)
    So don't sleep, nor yet drowsing
    My name itself bring more Heartbeats than Robert Townsend
    I hurdle over rappers like a stallion
    Carry it back with more Fame than Debbie Allen, nigga
    Chorus
    Verse Three:
    My lyrics'll reign real bright so dim the lights and it won't get
    DULLER
    It doesn't take Rosie Perez to see my living COLOR
    I rain over heads just like an UMBRELLA
    So strong that baby's boosted and I'm FULLER
    History in the making, never one for backspins
    throw and kneel, but you're still, MC's I be BREAKIN
    Ak saniTATION
    I leave skid marks on the concrete streets
    from all the brothers that I be scrapin
    Chorus
    Verse Four:
    Permanent scars as I sabotage
    My style's so milky I should get down with Haagen-Daaz
    More heatwave than a do rag does to a CAESAR
    Give a thermometer a temperature of jungle FEVER
    George like WHEEZY
    Cuz I be burnin brothers just like, the neighborhood SKEEZER
    Once the hip-hop strangeler
    I throw your whole rap on a coat rack kid and just hang it up
    Chorus
    Verse Five:
    So step to the AK-ER, the hip-HOPPER
    And get your ass kicked like a game of SOCCER
    Skills are fatter than a grease spot
    cuz I love to rock that nasty home-cooked hip-hop
    I watch girls check it, I make bitches wanna jump butt-naked
    Like the Doo Doo Brown record
    But now I peep on low and they have to stop
    When they hear my name, the motherfuckin Ak

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