Akshon (yeah!) Lyrics - Monster - 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! 

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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! 

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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 

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!