AKshon (yeah!) - Killer Mike

AKshon (yeah!) - Killer Mike

  • Year of release: 2003
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:48

Below is the lyrics of the song AKshon (yeah!) , artist - Killer Mike with translation

Lyrics " AKshon (yeah!) "

Original text with translation

AKshon (yeah!)

Killer Mike

Yeah!

Killer keeps it honest

Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach

Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)

Enough to make a black ghost turn pale

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

K-I-L-L

This is the name that came to alter the game

Not like these rappers who spit it the same

Separate lames from they chain

My mind don’t slack

I’m totally focused on beating up tracks

Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac

1000 watt amp with woofers in back

Lean to da left if you burning a sac

Baby got back and its in Baby Phat

Pardon me dog 4 chasing the cat

I’m hittin all kittens meowing like that

I like the front but I’m loving the back

I like to bite and I’m hoping she scratch

Escalade dipping I’m holding the lane

Mama’s a scholar she blowing my brain

Ain’t that the life?

Snapping & Trappin and Rappin & Frappin all night

Lil mama’s a plumber she handling pipe

Ill wit a pill she handle it right

Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team

But the livest one

Cocked loaded bust like a gun

Y’all better run, one, one!

Thump, thump, thump, thump (yeah)

All in your trunk (yeah)

Grinding and hustling and getting at mine

Swerving and token and grippin on pine

Bump, bump, bump, bump

All in your trunk

Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers

Crawl in your bunk

How we gon' stop (whooa)

How we gone quit (shitttt!)

Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy

I came through swerving like this (errrrr!)

Good wit the game, gutter fo' show

Ducking you lames and obstacles

Don’t get that ass in a hospital

Wrapped in a cast from head to toe

This boy he real!

Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills

My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels

First round pick like Michael Vick

Quarterback status throw passes at chicks

Santana Moss When catching the ball

Get it?

Like Moss she catches the ball

Perfectly tuned my engine don’t stall

And I’m equipped with nitros y’all

Ready to rip, burn, roar!

Ready to tear through your city and tour

Took The Whole World and murdered that shit!

Caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch!

Later for now I’m hustling hits

Flipping my words like bricks, trick!

New, new!

That new-new!

New-new for you-you!

New-new for you-you!

That new-new!

That new-new!

New-new for you-you!

New-new for you-you!

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