[Intro]
They ain't ready for me

[Verse 1: Aki]
I Aki
4-3 strikes the blitz wizard
Open up to drop it on you 20 [?] blizzard
Once I come on through I watch them go berserk (Wooh!)
Slide the sheep over stick the chicken in the gizzard
Call an anesthesiologist for anesthetics (What?)
Nothing's sweet even diabetics get injected
Emphatic great migraine pain headache
Out the back Seth, let it watch them scramble for the exit
Process of elimination time for your [edit-audit?]
Turn out your lights [ox?] generally electric
See they come home to roots
You try to swing low
The Sweet Chariot put my neck in a noose
So I bang bang fire bang back up on a saddle
Show you how to properly bring hell up out the shadows
Never rattle I stay ready for the jump off
[on the?] [?] what the fuck are you chumps [?] [commence to?] jump off

[Hook: Aki and Seth Marcel]
{both} This is for my dogs, hustlers, and Hardcore
{Seth} Raw to the core hard like reservoir dogs
{both, alternating} Get up, stand up, (Come on!)
{both} Come on throw your hands up for Aki, Dx, Straw
{both} This is for my dogs, hustlers, and Hardcore
{Seth} Raw to the core hard like reservoir dogs
{both, alternating} Get up, stand up, (Come on!)
{both} Come on throw your hands up for Seth Marcel baby
[Verse 2, Seth Marcel]
These dudes don't spit it prop'a
They watered down versions of Big Poppa
They fucking with the wrong mic rock'a
Don't make me introduce you to the block'a
I leave you somewhere curled up kid moaning like Chewbacca
I'm Yoda
I deal with the five of y'all every day to reach my quota
My victory cup runneth over
A lot of y'all tried playing me
Until you got your eye balls slapped out now you watch you say to me
Mumble mouthed cowards hating on me faithfully
But you always doing it a safe distance away from me
Y'all know ain't nobody shakin' me
Especially when you soft and sweet like shit that came straight from the bakery
I talk the talk
I walk the walk
[?] [Heavenly?] [?]
Blatantly smart
State of the art
And I'm sharp as a dart
Son you whack with your rap flows
Your styles nothing but ash
You like a fat bitch touching the toes

[Hook, Aki and Seth Marcel]
{both} This is for my dogs, hustlers, and Hardcore
{Seth} Raw to the core hard like reservoir dogs
{both, alternating} Get up, stand up, (Come on!)
{both} Come on throw your hands up for Aki, Dx, Straw
[Verse 3, Aki]
As we enter the game we make all heads turn
Eternal infernal escapes the burn baby burn (fire!)
The 300 [fifteen?] [?] brings the heat
We can clash with the metal and we can let the minds beat
Switching lanes on the L I E open
Brainstorming ways to trap the industry while toting and potting
We can let the [auto?] war Begin
And [?] [truth?] Molotovs it's like tasting flames with gin
Now you ask yourself what that [truth?] that is
Aki's not to be fucked with when he's locked in the booth
The scoop is the boy's dangerously toxic
You want the spot then take off give me your mic and I'll rock it

[Verse 4, Seth Marcel]
I'm from the twilight zone
Bruce lee with a microphone
Motherfucker you like dragonfly Jones
I mask my verbal degrees
When I describe how I do emcees it sounds like I'm speaking Chinese
Just yesterday I messed me up some dumb boy
Because his rap style was way too young
His man Won-ton had him supper
Should have double checked his fortune cookie then he'd know not to fuck with me, duke
Just let me know if you want beef
I give you three or four seconds at least to try to find the police
I'ma transform into a beast
Catch your ass mid stride bite off your Nike's leave you without feet
You that sweet
We that deep
Verbal elite
Son you still having trouble trying to rhyme on beat
I tell anyone of y'all that want to see me eye to eye
You are the weakest link
Goodbye
[Chorus, Aki and Seth Marcel]