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Akinyele
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Get Up
Lyricist:Mitcho
Yo, it should be a crime The way I murder these rhymes I flip hundreds of lines Because I'm done with this mic over 7 times
I shine, I glitter niggas is pussy like cat litter Who would ever consider this pepto bismol drinking? Nigga bring a ruckas and I'll start shitting on you motherfuckers
'Cause the raps I give They running through your ass like a laxative I could get drastic like Rupaul swing that dried dick I get aggy when I hit, I get you boombastic
'Cause Akinyele only give you boom back shit Original, incredible lyrical hook for years But y'all wasn't trying to hear Like you hear them through [Incomprehensible]ears I kick it loud and clear, make you whisper Like those motherfucking temptations is out
Hey yeah, I end careers by the pier like pliers This mic get iced once I cream niggas like wires Paper weight fires Play them both sides of the fence like barbed wires
But I will make your whole entire empire retire Once I'm dressed in army attire All you hear is repeated gun fire Leaving your chest heated like clunky dryers
We came to fuck you right on up We came to fuck you right on up, yeah We came to fuck you right on up
So if you want to Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up I'll bust you down, you right on up We came to fuck you right on up
Even on a blind date, you couldn't get with me I'll put these hot ass tecs on your neck And give you permanent hickies
Leave you in lakes like Ricky Think that I was distributing whiskey The way niggas be riding on me tipsy
The rhyme chief maker, hittin' punch lines Like a rapper who slammed his sister loose leaf paper It don't get no better than this I got that medicine for rock veterans I'm bad to the bone like skeletons
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Or some Dracula shit Biting mics turning niggas into vampires 'Cause they can't get no light Kid, can't you tell that it's the Akinyele? I be holding this shit down like a bucket in the well
Jammed like hell And plus, I rock your dome without stones The black stallion Pack the certified chrome to make you think I'm Italian From the way that I roam
I drunk and stuck the microphones like Niggas think it's dial tones And start looking for Miss Jones
You clones are soft like foam I like rap superstars out of their twilight ass zone Like when What the hell you think, it's the AK?
You be like, what Like I'm yelling it's my beat, what Nigga, don't sleep
We came to fuck you right on up We came to fuck you right on up, yeah We came to fuck you right on up
So if you want to Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up I'll bust you down, you right on up We came to fuck you right on up
We came to fuck you up (Fuck you up) We came to fuck you up (Fuck you up)
We came to fuck you up (Fuck you up) We came to fuck you up (Right on up)
We came to fuck you right on up We came to fuck you right on up, yeah We came to fuck you right on up We came to fuck you right on up
So if you want to Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up I'll bust you down, you right on up We came to fuck you right on up
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