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Tytuł: Akshon (Yeah!)

  • Wykonawca: Killer Mike
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[Intro - Andre 3000]
  Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
  Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
  Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)
  Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
  
  Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
  
  [Verse One]
  K-I-L-L
  This is the name that came to alter the game
  Not like these rappers who spit it the same
  Separate lames from they chain
  My mind don't slack
  I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
  Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac
  1000 watt amp with woofers in back
  Lean to da left if you burning a sac
  Baby got back and its in Baby Phat
  Pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat
  I'm hittin all kittens meowing like that
  I like the front but I'm loving the back
  I like to bite and I'm hoping she scratch
  Escalade dipping I'm holding the lane
  Mama's a scholar she blowing my brain
  Ain't the the life?
  Snapping & Trappin and Rappin & Frappin all night
  Lil mama's a plumber she handling pipe
  Ill wit a pill she handle it right
  Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team
  But the livest one
  Cocked loaded bust like a gun
  Y'all better run, one, one!
  
  [Hook - Big Boi]
  Thump, thump, thump, thump (yeah)
  All in your trunk (yeah)
  Grinding and hustling and getting at mine
  Swerving and token and grippin on pine
  
  Bump, bump, bump, bump
  All in your trunk
  Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
  Crawl in your bunk
  
  [Verse Two]
  How we gon' stop (whooa)
  How we gone quit (shitttt!)
  Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
  I came through swerving like this (errrrr!)
  Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
  Ducking you lames and obstacles
  Don't get that ass in a hospital
  Wrapped in a cast from head to toe
  This boy he real!
  Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
  My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
  First round pick like Michael Vick
  Quarterback status throw passes at chicks
  Santana Moss When catching the ball
  Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
  Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
  And I'm equipped with nitros y'all
  Ready to rip, burn, roar!
  Ready to tear through your city and tour
  Took The Whole World and murdered that shit!
  Caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch!
  Later for now I'm hustling hits
  Flipping my words like bricks, trick!
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Outro]
  New, new! That new-new!
  New-new for you-you!
  New-new for you-you!
  
  That new-new! That new-new!
  New-new for you-you!
  New-new for you-you!