Worldwide Lyrics by Akinyele

Worldwide Lyrics

    Yeah yeah yeah
    We got my man extra p in the house
    But me and my man akinyele
    You know we goin worldwide this tour
    Cause yo you know how that go
    We gon' get together y'all, word up
    That's how we gon' bring it to you
    We gon' go all around the world
    Get this money, and do what we got to do
    Word up, my man rhasaan in the house
    We gon' bring it to y'all like this, word up
    Just give it to em ak.. uhh

    [akinyele]
    I been in and out all areas
    And all you true hip-hop fans, you know the ak's takin care of ya
    Slap your ass with real rap
    I keep it underground, like subways, so i can stay on track
    I'm not a carpenter, but i'll cut the rug
    Think you can hang with ak? ha, that's your brain on drugs
    Smack fire out your ass like a flag from _backdraft_
    Didn't peep the movie, you don't know the half
    Schoolin mc's until they start learnin
    We don't gotta be mississippi to watch the ak start burning
    I kick that shit that's known to hit
    So much rap lines, you might fuck around and hang clothes on it
    But yo it ain't no thing in it, your static-free rhymes
    That you kick, need to be kicked, cause it doesn't got no cling in it
    Then you turn around and start singin it
    Hard akinyele be brought, so i'm here to start bringin it
    First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin bitch niggaz
    By the statistics, like, jeffery dahmer's
    Huh, scrapin you like a sculpture, murder you for the vulture
    My dozen dirty, my brains be donated to agri-culture
    So come on and face it, my skills are like medicine nigga
    You just don't wanna taste it
    You best to slide to the side, another corner of the map
    Cause this here is worldwide

    Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4x)

    [akinyele]
    Put them tired rhymes to bed, and loosen up your laces
    Your shoes are too tight, and now it's goin to your head
    Me you feel you can pull with
    Remember that i'm not a matador, so get off that bull-shit
    I put rappers and singers in they place
    A real rudebwoy with the raz', i write it all over your face
    Leavin you bloodier than a maxipad
    Crayola crayons, they'd have to color me badd
    So play like a midget and forget it
    Cause i put oil to the fire, like an arsonist
    When it comes time to set it
    I get more run than an athletic
    Sharp as a hyper-dermic
    Lyrics are flavored up like a dia-betic
    I recoups, and they try to step to this
    Nowadays i probably have as much kids as jerry lewis
    My rhymes drip like a razor, punch like joe frazier
    I don't sell shoes, because i don't believe in favors
    Ducks better break north, before i start
    Baggin that ass, like a motherfuckin washcloth
    Winnin battles cause i'm a hip-hop soldier
    Act like you know, and fuck what your girl told ya
    No bluff, for years i've been in this
    A nine to five employee don't got shit on me
    Cause i done stepped to nuff rapper business
    Beggin for for-giveness
    Channel 7 news and people from jehovah done witnessed
    The whole akinyele vibe
    You know what i'm sayin kid, this here is worldwide

    Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4x)

    [akinyele]
    Ak not catchin wreck, come the fuck on
    Ring the alarm, i drop bombs like the guard in vietnam
    I kick that shit, niggaz dream to write
    My brain so hot that it ignites, but you can't see the light
    Fast rappers can't speed by this, you better slow down
    Because i'm puttin the brakes on your ass like midas
    Nope, it don't matter what type of slang you drop
    I give you rope and you still can't hang with the ak
    For years i put ears through therapy
    Watch a episode of cheers before you come try the beer with me
    I graduated from lobbies, bangin on walls for a hobby
    I battle anybody, even a dead body
    I got rhymes that would attack ya
    So you better watch your back, or fuckin hire a chiropractor
    Ain't nuthin change from before, slap niggaz with mani-cures
    Stomp you down, after a pedi-cure
    Here's another lesson, i'm not a quiz
    So that talk about me not gettin biz that's out of the question
    It's a ak, jam, god damn don't get slammed
    You catch the backhand, word to my dead man
    You best to rest if you want peace
    Cause like a hooker from up the street, i'm down for beef
    I'm hotter than a sauna again the drama is rugged
    Word to sinead o'connor, i be tearin shit up
    Cause i sprayin immaculate, like a mac-11..

    * impossible to make out the rest of the verse with voiceovers *

    I take you to london worldwide
    I take you to europe worldwide
    Come back to queens worldwide
    I take you to russia worldwide
    I take it to the north pole worldwide
    I bring it back to queens
    I give it to em worldwide
    I take it to the west indies
    I give it to em worldwide
    I take you to india
    I give it to em worldwide
    I bring it back to queens
    I give it to em worldwide
    I take it to germany
    I give it to em worldwide
    I take it to...

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