The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

[Verse 1 - Akrobatik] 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*) [Verse 2 - Akrobatik] 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 niggas 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*) [Verse 3 - Akrobatik] 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