Can't Touch Him - Akir

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

Y’all can’t touch him

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?»

Y’all can’t touch him

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