Can’t Touch Him

Lyrics

AKIR - "Can't Touch Him" [Emcee(s): AKIR] [Producer(s): [?]] [Scratches: [?]] [Intro: AKIR] I know some of y'all niggas like, "Who's this nigga right here," you nah'mean? But we've been doing this for years, son. And I'ma explain something. Yo, yo [Verse 1: AKIR] Iller than ever, AKIR, the trendsetter appear like a Beretta bucking straight in your ear, the shots clear Got as my witness, my word is my bond. Let's get It on, write my life down, reflect it through song. Running This shit like a marathon. Just getting warm, hotter Than summer sex, wet like the sweat from my balls See, before I buy Smirnoff or Christian Dior I'll be busting nuts while your knees scraping the floor Pick you up and drive you off and have 'em cleaning your drawers Had a wife. She did me trife. I ain't trusting these whores "No More Drama" in my life like Mary J. Blige I'm a king. My entourage got to have new cards. My fam Do music large like it was out the barge Livewire inspired by the niggas in charge Fly, I'm nasty with the shit I be on. You just A peon. My name's in neons, embraced for eons [Hook: AKIR] (x4) Y'all can't touch him [Verse 2: AKIR] Yo, don't touch The dial—I'ma keep it in tune. Niggas is gassed like Balloons, showing their ass like baboons I don't wet it like Gremlins and chickens Pretending they don't suck cock. Now what the blood clot? Heart stop. I'm in the vein with my art Resume pumping, I'm thumping. Stainless, I'm sharp And, in the dark, I'm sight. I'm like a hawk in the Night, spitting sparks for light to guide you through the flight Like Mike Tyson fights, I don't bark. I bite I don't talk that hype. I just do it like Mikey. Might be one of the most vivid since Spike Lee. Hype bleed, the crowd gets in it Turn it out like the lights when we finish Finally, we did it. Now ask, "Who's the illest?" [Hook: AKIR] (x4) Y'all can't touch him [Verse 3: AKIR] Never I claim to be the best, got respect for the vets Though I stay on your set like video cassettes, and the Mediocracy leaves me bored. Spit Freestyle cinema, produce the Scar Take different avenues and open new doors, but this Time, I'ma rhyme using all metaphors Girl jock like Shaft, blow brains like gats Release mainstream cream like this rap and She can't save face like Mike Jack Son is a fag. That's all he know about crack You over here on some tracks. I'll oversee like A MAC. Hungry like turkey, spread like herpes, attack Back to basics, y'all niggas still faking that wack shit. Head for The hills 'cause we only letting out classics, nigga Y'all can't touch him