Hmm, yeah, unstoppable (Akrobatik, y'all) Ayo, I was on the mike, location insignificant Doing what I normally do, come on rippin it Making fifty people feel like they was fifty thousand Cooley promoted show, but Ak' was still housing All of sudden in steps a crew Acting shitty, all pissy off a liquor and brew Interrupted on my set, straight disrespect I had the crowd vibing lovely, now it's disconnect This one cat was dumber than the crowd, straight acting So I addressed him money since he was so distracting Ripped him with a rhyme that made the crowd go nuts Whole time Good Fella dropped the beats and cuts And then this other brother stepped up from his crew A thugged-out small fry, I called him Royce the Five Two The people in the place, they would never go with him They knew he lacked manhood and professionalism By now niggaz should've went home in disgrace But this little dogs still jumping up in my face I let him rhyme about his guns, record deals and rings Whole time knowing I could knock him out with one swing But if I throw a punch and let this idiot push me His man'll probably pull out the tool just like a pussy Then its good people getting stabbed and shot, right? All because some thirsty niggaz wanted the spotlight Step back black, Ak' ain't the one I'm on a mission, got no time to be dead or in prison I'm trying to see every single ocean and continent So your ignorance could never break down my self-confidence If niggaz threw fair ones like niggaz was men I might get in a scrap every now and then But since niggaz is dirty and they mentals are frail I walk away in New York cause cooler heads prevail I mic a fight but don't sleep the head skills is tight So don't be the one to break my peaceful streak, aight?
Now if I punch you in your face I be raw Never catch me lounging in the ignorant section [repeated]
Now all I'm thinking about is strangling the show promoters Who shoulda hired bouncers instead of chauffeurs You might think I'm soft for not fucking up the place But all I care about is everybody got home safe You can thank Freestyle and Stronghold for that They my niggaz for life, yeah they all have my back Shoulda seen when I was trying to ask the crowd to pardon this And this dude's screaming on the mic "Yo we sign artists" I see exactly why these labels sing y'all Cause they make the dough while your weak minds fall And as for shorty he was fowled no doubt Dude snuffed a honey in the grill on his way out (say what?) Ill, right? But he didn't get far Twenty minutes later he was in the squad car I felt bad for his poor lost soul Niggaz fucking up while they on parole A little bit a shine in front of Fifty ain't worth it But that's America, plenty nigga's brain short-circuit If your plan for the night is fucking up my show Then I think its time to revaluate your goals A lot of brothers be inside the mental cage I couldn't believe when I found out his age (twenty-?) Now I'm off to Jamaica and he's off to jail Proof once again that cooler heads prevail I mic a fight but don't sleep the head skills is tight So don't be the one to break my peaceful streak, aight?
Now if I punch you in your face I be raw Never catch me lounging in the ignorant section [repeated] I know you wanna step to this kid Don't sleep the head skills is tight
Compositores: Jared K Bridgeman, Paten K Locke ECAD: Obra #4874915