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(It aint hard to tell beat)
Yo,Ak for air time,
coz in my spare time,
i kick back and spill an ill rhyme,
a dime,
in a bakers dozen,
i keep em coming cousin,
bar after bar like a prison cell,
it aint hard to tell,
Ak flipping out like an acrobat,
coz i endeavour with clever schemes,
that dub me supreme,
trife times putting me on a lifeline,
it seems,
Ak's been tha deal since concieved,
and static,
making fake fools tryna touch it,
the topic,
i keep it locked in my closet,
never foggy when i spill,
fluid flow forever,
never fake like coppyed leather,
Ak,the type to kill,
Yea,My cold breaths,
soul and voice is tha depth,
a touch of addicts,
an adders bite and you've had it,
this is that mad kid,
on blocks watchin dealers shot rocks,
never snitch like a bitch,
or your frame is blown to bits,
this street blitz,
scriptures written,
never miss,
i strike hard like a fist,
coz when i express through tune,
i stun millions,
but not once in a blue moon,
and my voice hits the ceiling,
stay street dwellin,
this young felon,
got wisdom spilling from his melon,
call this story tellin,
a snipers game,
take diazapam,
hold it steady and aim,
Ak,the type to maintain, Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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