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DJ Ak**es - k**ing Time lyrics

[Intro: A.G.]
Yeah, South Bronx..
Sweden..
Professor P, Ak**es, A...
D.I.T.C, throw those L's up...

[Verse 1: Professor P]
All I need is love, a couple brews and good news
With my crew beside me I don't see how I could loose
Ain't from the hood but I always understood hood rules
To run the town you gotta have soul and wear good shoes
I transmit through your bandwidth, hand picked
To make tracks that you can't skip, cla**ic as Stan Smith's
In my dreams I hear Paparazzi cams click
But wake up tryna make plans stick, you know that
(love) is what the fan get
I put my peeps first, each verse a pamphlet
Complex as sanskrit
Moving through the fire I'm the new supplier
Of the music that your crew and you desire, unifier
Of the ill rhymes and scratch hooks and graffiti black books
f** a state, our state of mind make the whole map look
They love that soulful grub that Pro & Ak cook
From L-Town to U-Town, Mount Eden to Flatbush...

[Hook: Professor P & A.G.]
What's the deal Pro P, how you feel?
I'm feeling fine
What's your life like?
Good, but it's still a grind?
What's your crew like?
I deal with the realest kind, but right now I'm just k**ing time...

[Scratch: DJ Ak**es]
I'm nice with the words, on the mic
This how we do it
Now it's about time we connect
Coming correct
Ya'll know the deal

[Verse 2: A.G.]
My peoples call me A, high school I was Dre
Home room I would say
I don't follow the script, do this sh** my way
Alone in a cla** by myself one day
Metaphoric rise, critically acclaimed
Sleep in the snow, dance in the rain
Swim through the flames, untouched I remain
Abnormal brain make me numb to the pain
(love) the ladies, they say I'm insane
They might be right, on the mic like Mike
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Minus air Nike's, ain't afraid of heights
Turn her like Tina, beat the beat like Ike
Mount Eden or Sweden, hiphop till I stop breathing
Until then I'm not leaving, huh
My career in overtime
My grind in overdrive, huh
Without the visuals, relate to the blind
Verse so real you can feel it in brail...

[Hook: Professor P & A.G.]
What's the deal A.G., how you feel?
I'm feeling fine
What's your life like?
Good, but it's still a grind?
What's your crew like?
I deal with the realest kind, but right now I'm just k**ing time...

[Scratch: DJ Ak**es]
I'm nice with the words, on the mic
This how we do it
Now it's about time we connect
Coming correct
Ya'll know the deal

[Verse 3: Professor P]
(love) my heart warm but the music cold
Like Show & A, I know the play, refuse to fold
We all strive for a mutual goal
So we stay driven, all day living life in cruise control
Truth be told, we don't know what the future hold
We just know these cold old streets that we used to stroll
Some choose to rock, some choose to roll
We choose to chop four bar loops of soul
Seek action, in the streets Jeep's pa**ing
Seats back and beats blasting, no heat flashing
I'm relaxing, speak facts with deep pa**ion
So everywhere I go I know my peeps keep asking...

[Hook: Professor P & A.G.]
What's the deal Pro P, how you feel?
I'm feeling fine
What's your life like?
Good, but it's still a grind?
What's your crew like?
I deal with the realest kind, but right now I'm just k**ing time...

[Scratch: DJ Ak**es]
I'm nice with the words, on the mic
This how we do it
Now it's about time we connect
Coming correct
Ya'll know the deal

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