Akbar 5th Element Lyrics

5th Element Lyrics

We got all the elements comin together on this track right here



Earth



Water



Fire



Wind







[ VERSE 1 ]



I peeped your whole style, low profile



I know now why these rappers act so wild



They lack discipline, hardheads ain't listenin



The gods said drop em a line like a fisherman



My only rule of thumb is to school the dumb



Deaf and blind, cause some got left behind



You gotta crawl before you can walk



Look before you leap and on these streets always think before you talk



And if the shoe fits wear it



If you got some new shit let me hear it



If it's wack, that's a demerit



Points deducted, meaning you can't fuck with



Me, the crew or none of my peoples who I grew up with



Me and my niggas we go back like triggers



Since real we deal with actual facts and figures



Like 1 plus 1 makes 2



You can make that money but don't act funny and let that money make you



I tell you straight up and down



Before you put on your big red puppet nose and start to clown



I can splurge ya fast, merge ya past



Be kind and gentle or hurt your ass



Now I'ma give it to ya however you want



One rhyme'll hit your set and wet your ally front



But don't front, you know I got just what you want



It's forth and down, now should I run and kick the punt?



Throw me the bomb, I'm goin deep



Open your ears and close your eyes but don't sleep







[ VERSE 2 ]



My name is often mispronounced



I'm simply known as the man who came make your system bounce



Feed me clips, then read my lips



My think thank's a data bank that spits computer chips



The spot-blower, pull out the flame thrower



Perform live, survive the storm like Noah



For all partygoers and rap fans alike



Who pack stands, don't let me get my hands on the mic



Cause ain't no tellin what I might do



See, I'm not like you, how does that strike you?



You beat us? Oh, you funny



My click forever stick together like new money



My joint kicks like '86



The mic and two wheels of steel, just the basics



Feels like I'm Uptown, 136



Take me back home, give me heels three clicks



See, I been doin this for more than a couple of years



So come into my house, let me take you up the stairs



Into my work den where I keep my drafting pen



I drop hip-hop, we open shop after 10



Wanna be an MC, gotta come to shop



Learn the trade and then get paid to rock



But if it ain't broke, don't fix it



If it ain't dope, remix it



If the MC's wack, tell him step back and let me kick this



Watch the show, chill, I got this



When I rock this the crowd's hostage



I drop gems while your stones are semi-precious



None can compare to the glare of my raw essence



I shine while you lackluster the track muster



Saved ya cause you'se a wack buster, we black hustlers



Breakin bread at the roundtable



Catch wreck when we connect mics and sound cables



We sat down to divise a scheme



And formed a double team to bubble more cream than the Jolly Green



Forever I'm a vandal, too hot to handle



Still hangin out like toes in a sandal



I'll never forsake the funk or fake the vibe



I'll never take a dive, never take a bribe



I won't play the backseat or accept a wack beat



You can check my rap sheet, my mics attract heat