The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

The hand that rocks the cradle, is the hand that rocks the world

And I'm the brother that be rockin all y'all hip hop boys and girls

My head is full of curls, dreads, twists and naps

Under that's my thinkin cap, full of efficient raps

Yo, I hit you off with 'em, once they're mastered with perfection

Knock your head up with ideas, that's "Immaculate Conception"

I roll with a crew that has accurate perception

I 'ent my delegates like the night before election

I don't fiend for attention but I fiend for affection

But if there's no protection, Akro ain't connectin

And that could mean Jim Hats or venue security

But if Akro's on the bill, you gotta make it with purity

And when I say pure, it means you can be sure

Real hip hop is comin out the box real RAW!

I feel for the state of affairs and how it runs

So I blast for my music and for my mind for the fun ...

(*"Fun" - repeated several times*)

The black action figure with the rap kung fu grip

When Ak's in action nigga, prepare for the 1-2 dip

Dip, dive, socialize and all those good joints

Universal appeal, but my reality gives me hood points

Yo, everything points to your awakening

When Akrobatik comes through and my words start breakin in

I'm here for hip hop because there's lives at stake within

I take a slim chance and make it win

And reign victorious, you all know the story is

Ak knows warriors to God, not these studio warriors

Before he was a man, every man was a boy

And if the boy ain't treated properly, then the man can be destroyed

Before he come out, that's why a lot of niggaz dumb out

The men before 'em didn't do the job, so now they run out

No need to pull the gun out, cause slugs ruin parties

I want to grab the real steel and move everybody ...

(*"Body" - repeated several times*)

Yo, control the elements, every single thing I say is relevant

Droppin gems all over rap, not for the hell of it

I reach for the heavens, triples sixes gets stomped out by triple sevens

Pumped, gets my engine revvin

Without the oils or the natural gases

I bring the facts to the masses to slay their ignorant asses

Never had to bury adversaries under the Earth

Cause they cower to their tombs at the word of my birth

And the womb from which I came is divine

God Bless Pamela Chandler cause she shine

It's because of her that I refuse to be misogynous

Yo, but any foe, male or female, it ain't no dodgin this

On the microphone, my tone feels like a zone that erogenous

Stimulatin beyond your dreams

I'm witty far beyond your schemes

Most Valuab-b-ble Player of this rap All-Star team

Breakin all Richters, once had a scrap with a Boa constrictor

And emerged as the victor

Cause my steez is too deez to squeeze

The metamorphic master of mic monopolies

Dangerous like hotels on boatel properties

And Ak's the judge and jury, so it's time to cop a plea

And I'll continue makin jams to shake your ass to

But promise me that y'all won't let the gems go past you