son the mic cause i'm hot, whether you like it or not
some a you nikkas pops sick of you like ice in a box
catch these rappers in traffic, stop, light up they block
but let me get back to future like michael j fox
yo this nikka wanna battle ak, coming with his babble raps
frontin get ya bubble put in trouble duke, splatter splat
battle me, reckless, future wanna test this
he'll get the whole clip in one click, netflix
on a track animated with a struggle hook
you lying king, telling duck tales you a fukkin crook
sucka look, you sound like a huxtable, comfortable
I catch you in the jungle, book 'fore you get ya money took
talkin all that brave shyt, I bolt to ya punk block
frozen when you saw the cars pull up like a jump shot
punk stop, goofy nikkas quickly getting strangled
uppercut, fukk you up, dis knee leave you tangled
bars flippin over heads like a gymnast
akademik school nikkas, future my apprentice
nikka euro steppin couldn't move through my defenses
so even if you toot the K, boy you couldn't dent this
Future saying peace to all, me I increase the war
streets a brawl, fleet be out in queens like conquistadors
imma beat the boy, left leg sweep the floor
hit you in the jaw then have you foaming like a sneaker store
jordan, foam, sneaker store
brooklyn verse queens and you ain't even got no ether for him
you letting nas down, it's embarassing
these wack rappers really ain't challenging
I rap, barry sanders when i'm battling
you daren mcfadden, lil fakkit no comparison
He rep queens? watch how I kill fakkits
Twin glocks, raising hell like a real savage
So nikka back da fukk up or the steel clappin
Check the war report, I'm infamous with these ill matics
Dr. lecter on ya block with the spatula
tuck the 4 5, 6 clips in the passenger
midnight marauders coming thru and we clappin ya
They gon have to radio docs after the massacre
future lookin bleak, so you sit and you whine
might as well kill ya self one wrist at a time
kill yourself lil nikka, blow a kiss at a nine
or put a rope around ya neck and loop it quicker than vine
i'm sick of the lying, frauds, I don't respect they opinion
beat who? tight lyrics, flow best and i'm winning
and i got ya hoe neckin and chinnin
the bytch with the DSL, she down loads less than a minute
NYCdaFuture, look at another madoff
fraud nikka, flinch and imma tear ya fukkin face off
Heavy concentration, camping out, radars
These hollows cost nothing, so imma let eight off
and you cant rap, snares put ya head in trance
kicks clapping you, hats make you wet ya pants
shaky on the mic, look dog here's a better plan
tighten up, roll with the drums like you belly dance
why show up to a battle with ak
which nikka energized you with that battery pack
fukk a battle rap, I rather put a cal in ya back
or put some money on ya head, that's a salary cap
#Bars
#SchemeGod
#DisneySchemes
#QueensRappersSchemes
#ReadCarefully
#PlzForgiveMeForBeingLate
why you have to do that tho AkaDemik?...
