Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Up, artist - Akinyele. Album song Aktapuss, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.11.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Devastator, Honey Tongue, LJ2
Song language: English
Get Up |
Yo it should be a crime |
The way I murder these rhymes |
I flip Hanukkah lines |
Cause I’m done lit this mic up over 7 times |
I shine |
I glitter |
Niggas is pussy like cat litter |
Who would ever consider this pepto bismol drinking nigga |
Bring a ruckas and I’ll start shitting on you motherfuckers |
Cause the raps I give |
They running through your ass like a laxative Huh |
I could get drastic |
Like Rupaul swing that dry dick |
I get aggy when I hit |
I get you boombastic |
Cause Akinyele only give you boom back shit |
Original incredible lyrical hook for years |
But y’all wasn’t trying to hear |
Like you hear them through (?) ears |
I kick it loud and clear |
Make you whisper like those motherfucking temptations is out |
Hey yea |
I end careers |
By the pier like pliers |
This mic get iced once I cream niggas like Breyers |
Paper weight fires |
Play them both sides of the fence like barbed wires |
But I will make your whole entire empire retire |
Once I’m dressed in army atire |
All you hear is repeated gun fire |
Leaving your chest heated like clunky dryers |
(Akinyele) Hook |
We came to fuck you right on up (3x) |
So if you want to |
Get up (8x) |
(Gun Cocking Sound) |
I’ll bust you down |
We came to fuck you right on up (2x) |
(Akinyele) |
Even on a blind date |
You couldn’t get with me |
I’ll put these hot ass tecs on your neck |
And give you permanent hickies |
Leave you in lakes like Ricky |
Think that I was distributing whisky |
The way niggas be riding on me tipsy |
The rhyme chief maker, hittin punch lines |
Like a rapper who slammed his sister loose leaf paper |
It don’t get no better than this |
I got that medicine |
For rock veterans |
I’m bad to the bone like skeletons |
Or some dracula shit |
Biting mics turning niggas into vampires |
Cause they can’t get no light huh |
Kid can’t you tell |
That it’s the Aki-NYELE |
I be holding this shit down like a bucket ina well |
Jammed like hell |
And plus I rock your dome without stones |
The black stallion |
Pack the certified chrome to make you think I’m Italian |
From the way that I roam |
I drunk and stuck the microphones like BOOOO |
Niggas think it’s dial tones |
And start looking for Miss Jones |
You clones |
Are soft like foam |
I like rap superstars out of their twilight ass zone |
Like doo doo doo doo doo doo doo |
When n n n n n |
What the hell you think it’s the AK |
You be like huh what |
Like I’m yelling it’s my beat huh what |
Nigga don’t sleep |
(Akinyele) Hook |
We came to fuck you right on up (3x) |
So if you want to |
Get up (8x) |
(Gun Cocking Sound) |
I’ll bust you down |
We came to fuck you right on up (2x) |
(Women) |
We came to fuck you up (12x) |
(Akinyele) Hook |
We came to fuck you right on up (3x) |
So if you want to |
Get up (8x) |
(Gun Cocking Sound) |
I’ll bust you down |
We came to fuck you right on up (2x) |