Yo,Nine carat yellow n white,
Jesus on the cross,
the rhymes i write make you rhyma-holikaust,
deprive you from breathing,
thats Ak's second nature,
stop you from leaving,then tell you that i hate ya,
a lyrical gun,
electricute and leave you mute,
public enemy number one,
5-0 ready to shoot,
im ever ready,
rockers rock,but N.FO. rock steady,
heavy with artillery,
ready for action,
another magazine,
guaranteed satisfaction,
Uk’s best attraction,
Londons rapping supreme,
Flow like the Nile,
100 miles got me versatile,
flip with the mad style,
n’ tell you its been a while,
since I ripped like this,
vocal cords strainin,
aint breathed in while but im maintainin,
this catalyst will handle this,
Fuck it,try dismantle this,
my fate lays with late greats,
my status is higher,
Ak's a true live wire...

You smoke to get higher
I stack currency to conspire
Hittin the spot where you retire at night
So I can expire ya life on sight
My reflections eternal...I don’t need sunlight
Just beware of my glare
I don’t throw gang signs in the air
Or pour out liquor when in despair
I'm the Live Wire
Sittin in a regal chair like Huey P.
My ways militant, always killin shit
Dudes be like..."Yo! chill E...you be on that ill shit B."
Is it just me? Or are these niggas stuck in elementary

Yo my style is neva jive
Stayin alive in hell
I'm walkin on fire
Feet blistered and swell while tight roping a wire
But it's something we gotta go through
It's CRUNCH TIME.
And I'm your "go-to"
Posted inside the paint
The definition: Live Wire - Never being somethin you ain't
Words are my canvas
Formulating dope sentences and stanzas
Rhymes are the colors...
Watch me paint


Nice drop AK as usual man.

Yo,Live wire but im copper,
heat me up coz im hotter,
conduct electricity,
current flowing from city to city,
E.m.p gotta connect this shit G,
Im sparking boards with amounts of magic for each ounce,
im down,
out of bounds,
walkin in enemy grounds,
how that sound?
and insert live rounds,
pound for dollar,
thats profit,so you know you gotta holla,
cruising in a restored impala,
blaring out some oochie walla walla,
and call meh,
Ak the london renegaid,
rhymes comes to mind as sharp as gillette razor blades,
and radio waves,
lost in minds coz ima maze,
and my static,
leaves you static addicts,
electrified,
youve had it,
another shock wave from the 15 yr old guage,