man, Ak, you're a fakkit, this a race you can't afford/
think Im on ta something, on the upswing like Lambo doors/
front we'll slide on ya block bet ya man'll fold/
for Im outty, ya boo got these shots, ya niece on the floor,
when I dot son, he ain't gotta be into drag strip/
I sigh on all those lines, one to ya circle when I lap shyt/
on ya corner looking for ya pass, pop ya hood/
I get pissed then the seal under the silencer to stop the (boom)/
found ya moms, banging with the heat/
used a coat hanger to muffle her, she was hangin in the streets/
she always tryina spin a rubber, when the pills out/
I had to fend her off a bump or two at 2 she still outtt/
WAIT!!!! AK YOU DON'T GOT CARS LIKE THAT
I said Acura, Race, Ford, Honda, Lambo doors, front wheel, block, manifold,Audi, Buggati's, Nissan, Datsun, Dragstrip, Scion, Circle, Lap, On corner, Lookin for pass, pop hood,piston, cylinder, coat hanger, muffler, hangin in streets, spin rubber, peels out, fender, bumper
COTTTT DAYUMMMMM
*Ak why you so arrogant? it's embarrassing, you ain't the best at errythinnnn*
I don't why Ak is actin up, Ak it's up, ya run is over pack it up/
delete ya beats, don't even try to back em up/
all these Stans I know where you stand, back him up/
but just know if you get hit up in the cross fire/
it ain't my fault but fukk it though you all liars/
I'm hoping that you die with CourtDog by ya/
Tied to CourtDog's mattress, both of ya'll on fire!!!/
*his flow isn't switching like Kushes*
******Transforms into Cakidemik******
trying play the big stage, gonna get this Ak tore/ (play stage actor)
like , fukk I'm likin' Ak for, the fukk I gotta act for?/
ya close to ya end, guess I'm writin act 4/
I chop him down to size, the fukk I need an axe for?/
I heard ya girl was named Julie, a skeezer/
we roamin', and trust we finding out where Julie is? seize her/
I leave her dead and then you're up/
I don't know why you stallin/
I must leaned these fakkits with the fist it'll lea' some bruises on em/
like who's the hottest Im on em, my click hustlers, my gang is conning/
hold up, Roman, Julius Caesar, Europe, Stalin, Mussolini, Italy, Ghengis Khan
DAMNNNNNNNNN
I'm comin for all a you suckers, you busters/
complain about em, what the fukk you don't know is I'm tucking this thang around him/
and I bust it in his grill you got something to say about em/
I'm a main event now I'm a problem/
I diss whoever on top and outshine em/
that'll, become my spot, man I love when they doubt em/
my honor's is on a different level than all em/ call em what you want…
I ain't gon' front, a lotta that shyt is hard/
but half the shyt is stolen, the other half you spin it off/
took a Tay Roc bar, then you just switched a part/
now you got me thinking John Taffer couldn't fix ya bars/
diss hit ya hard, didn't it?, I split ya car/
in half with the Mac when I let it off, hit em all/
Father Daughter Son Mother, for all ya bit chin'/
this Pro a Bish n' he ain't a rum runner/ (prohibition, rum runner)
dumb motherfukker run up on em with the dun dudda/
jugular cutter, I leave a 150 cross ya/
leaking hugging ya Mother you cocksucker/
I'm shutting ya whole shyt down, I'm on ya block buster/ (get it?)
schemes like Chilla Jones, plus I got the illest flows/
plus I do the realest shows, plus you know I steal ya hoe/
and If I pop ya rot see? I put it in the meat of ya/ WOW
I'm paparazzi, I put it in the media/
You talk a lot see but I'm eatin yea/
leave one on ya car seat cause you aint got the ether breh/
I caught ya with ya boys/
hit em with two cans, while he openin Fruity Loops, serial killer the way I box him with the toy/ (COT DAYYUMMMMM!!!!!!!)(toucan)(fruity loops) (box with the toy)
I can walk him through the void, try talking with no voice, remember God give you a choice/
I can tell that you more than pansy/
order dandelions for the grave, and Im sorta aggy/
cause bars man? your's are candy/
mine? they got the whole Coli yelling 'thats fukkin raw' like Gordon Ramsay/ (r u kidding me!!)
go ahead and call a taxi/
or Cook or Brooklyn can ban him/
took a train into Brooklyn to blam him, hit a jux where he standing, fukk who stand wit/
shoot at Akademik, and his damn click, til the paramedics like, look at Ak and Them ICKKKKKKK/ (EWWW)
bars put you in cardiac arrest/
I'll pull ya card if you an ace then you a spade I'll give that card he act a rest/
you a lil boy they still cardin Ak he stressed/
pardon that part of the rap but I spit bars like that the best/ (drops mic)
and I suggest that you go cop you a vest/
cause Ima put all a that talking to rest, ilk fukk boiiiii
call me a car baby
Cac king
*now go tell ll ya boys that you was beat by a honkey****
***ain't ya fav rapper marshalll????
***
, and a tad too long, Kush had mad flow and had some lines in there, but Akademic had too many lines to go against. Bar delivery was in a Lord Finesse mold where it's executed straight to the point, that's more my speed.
