Lyrics

(Yeah) (What) (Push Button Objects) (You know what I'm saying) (Yo yo, Maintain) (Ox) (Akrobatik's the name, c'mon) (Rec Center forever) (C'mon, c'mon) [Maintain:] I slay you, your whole crew, producer, manager, and A&R I slay that man over there playing the bass guitar Used to fuck with a broad that was always claimin' hard She tried to slay me so I had to dog her like a St. Bernard (what) Who gives a fuck I slay the stars I spit a thousand bars a thousand yards Like I really need a house of card You down to spar? I'm down to fight you til the bloody end Kickin' raps 'til I'm done, fuckin, blackin' out again See I pull out a pen and slay this whole Fucking planet on paper Record it later, press it up then cash it in I proceed to mentally abuse my pad and pen Damaging Anybody challenging I stand to win Battle habits, militant bar like Akrobatik Competition feelin' the [?] even if we don't [have fans?] Spasmatic, smoking mics like a crack addict While others get caught up in the hype like bad traffic Maintain, you know that cat that's first and last at it Rips the whole scene and leaves feelin' fantastic Rec Center member Rhymin' to the neck bender Beats You don't know me? Then keep your ear to the streets [Hook:] Yo, you ain't fly You talk mad shit Just for that, Maintain [?] Yo, you ain't fly You talk mad shit PBO and Cannibal Ox never fake shit I said you ain't fly You talk mad shit Rappers probably sell they soul to make a rap hit Yo, you ain't fly You talk mad shit PBO and Cannibal Ox are never fake shit [Vast Aire:] You can play my verse backwards and hear a flower growing Play it forward and all y'all snoring I spit very well from my well Keeps pouring so I might as well Excel and keep soaring Yo put the blunt in the blue flame, uptown Harlem Spittin raps and we solve problems The mind works lyrical but the stomach'll stay starving I told Akro and Maintain, remain flowing The outline is kinda hard to sketch Like a baseball with the sun behind it That's hard to catch I'm serious like the answer to HIV Government made? Possibly maybe I got a t-shirt, on the front it says "I don't like you" On the back it says "stop crying" That was the first thing you saw before you started whining Approaching the mic like you feared flyin' You can't fuck with Supreme alphabetter And PBO's beats is condiments to each letter, like My mic Sounds nice Salt and pepper I represent Voltron, arm leg leg arm [Hook:] Yo, you ain't fly You talk mad shit PBO and Cannibal Ox never fake shit Yo, you ain't fly You talk mad shit Rappers fronting like they hard but act like Brad Pitt Yo, you ain't fly You talk mad shit Just for that, Maintain [?] I said you ain't fly You talk mad shit Rappers probably sell they soul to make a rap hit [Akrobatik:] Yo I push the buttons on the objects of the opposite sex And leave heads wondering when I'm droppin' shit next Akrobatik came to bomb it with the prominent tec Exposure to my music means more than the common effects The ominous stench of MCs fills my basement I regenerate 'em and send 'em back as proper replacements I lace shit Whether improvised or written down I'm getting down way more than the average bullshittin' clown Serious about my craft, sweatin' precision Lyrics inform the world and then return like messenger pigeons Test this Perceptionist, you'll probably end up dressin' up different Go corporate instead of hip hop because you no longer live it (No doubt) And if this rhyme is feeling tight as a noose to you It's because I mashed you tough like a crucible Irreducible Soul that stands strong in the face of adversity And hurricanes on heads like Miami University From the Big East like Masta Ace said Frontline warrior vs. the night of the living baseheads Turn you from a crackhead to a Ak-head Push Button O, rip this blazin' track dead, yo [Hook:] I said you ain't fly You talk mad shit Rappers probably sell they soul to make a rap hit Yo, you ain't fly You talk mad shit Just for that, Maintain [?] Yo, you ain't fly You talk mad shit PBO and Cannibal Ox never fake shit Yo, you ain't fly You talk mad shit Just for that, Maintain [?] (Hip hop) (Independently...)