Rites of Passage - Akir.mp3

[00:03.93]Oh **** yo, this block party is def
[00:05.61]Yo they got honeys, they breakin, they deejayin
[00:07.92]Yo, yo they even freestylin
[00:09.93]Yo Akir, yo c'mon, yo get 'em!
[00:11.97][Akir:]
[00:12.15]Well sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
[00:15.03]Jumpsuits and fly kicks, Kangols with **** knits
[00:17.79]And of course, the freshest chick to complete, my outfit
[00:20.52]Cops be buggin out, so we split after we spit our hottest ****
[00:23.73]My rhyme of reason cause a conflict
[00:25.68]Shorties catch attention with a blow-pop lick, and turn they bop with a twist
[00:29.52]Flick and throw the stick, havin me stiff
[00:31.56]I gotta get but scared to use it cause my parents still riff
[00:34.20]Music tradition, took knowledge, it cause friction in my livin
[00:37.14]Black, diction on a GT's throwin life too easy
[00:39.93]Front on my bike, like a CB, quarter waters
[00:42.75]And the folks doin 'ports what my first dude bought
[00:45.21]Game is a sport, Dominican, handball courts
[00:48.12]Hold a jiggy in my Jordan cause my day's too short
[00:50.76]Steady, holdin our fort, Washington, New York
[00:53.64]And all my visits is short, I still need the support
[00:56.19][Chorus: Akir]
[00:56.52]Aiyyo hip-hop, yo it runs in my veins
[00:59.13]Until the day my words no longer convey
[01:01.05]To the day my CD no longer plays, the crowd'll still be amazed
[01:04.68]Even then my name still gon' reign, yo
[01:07.68]Aiyyo hip-hop, yo it runs in my veins
[01:10.14]Until the day the music drives me insane
[01:12.27]To the day they drop me into the grave, the crowd'll still be amazed
[01:15.72]Even then my name still gon' reign...
[01:21.36][beat changes]
[01:21.87][two men whispering to each other and spray-painting for 21 seconds]
[01:34.05][Akir:]
[01:34.23]Yo, yo, he take a swig of raw Remy, creative juice loose
[01:42.21]Street smart, apple-shaped heart, Timberland boots
[01:44.79]Greg beat boost, chronic induced
[01:46.89]While my larynx short fuse, antagonize by a limited juice
[01:50.01]Tippin the ladders, bottle full throttle, time's gettin monotonous
[01:53.01]Through New York metropolis, runnin through chic populars
[01:55.62]Tired of makin sense/cents while my dollars don't work
[01:57.93]Broke but rock riches religiously, horses on shirts
[02:00.54]Catchin feelings for this rap ****, every song hurts
[02:03.21]Connectin pieces of the puzzle in the struggle I learnt
[02:05.97]Everyone that I found, one either drowned or burnt
[02:08.52]Addicted to chicks, friction, herbals and tables that turned
[02:11.07]What is the sound of underground without, people around
[02:13.77]What is New York without, Uptown holdin it down
[02:16.44]I'm doin shows for no dough, reside beyond no do's
[02:19.11]And those are the flows with no way to expose it though
[02:25.65][Chorus]
[02:26.16][Interlude: Akir talking to a club bouncer]
[02:34.74]Yeah, see it's bad from the startin (you can't cut up in here)
[02:41.28]Yo, I'm on the guest list (what's your name?)
[02:46.86]A.K.I.R. (you ain't on the list fam)
[02:48.93]**** is you talkin 'bout yo?
[02:50.22](You ain't on the ****** list, get to the back of the line man!)
[02:51.57]***** it's my ************ party!
[02:52.32](I'll knock you little ****** the **** out!)
[02:52.86][beat changes again]
[02:53.55][Akir:]
[02:53.85]Father Time is passin me by, the illegitimate child
[02:57.00]Masterpiece in music is torn, shout as a thug's wild
[02:59.70]Playas threw a wet one in, fillin heavens in the Benz
[03:02.52]And in my measurement, been on time to find the rest of it
[03:05.64]**** ain't the same, life's no longer a game
[03:08.10]Uncle Penny-Bags rock through rags and platinum chains
[03:10.74]The clique name I boast up, taggin up, on a poster
[03:13.95]Owing these, smokin trees while we post up
[03:16.29]A young buck feelin old as ****
[03:18.21]Steady laughin at the world, passin the buck, still we stuck
[03:21.45]Sleep now, or forever die restless
[03:23.82]I fence with a number 2 pencil and indent kids