My approach to danger, political sabotage for death in front of abortion clinics. The American pastime is murder at high schools, and pipe bombs at the Olympics. Hate crimes in federal buildings, terrorism abroad, killing children, now they all atheists. Unlawful aryans with Matthew Hale, want w

I been malignant, my brain it descecrate your evolution, mass produce rhymes with liquid biofusion. In a cesspool, im hazardous. I step in the club, i resurrect the dance floor like im Lazaryth, from the cabinet. I bring it to the edge, where the mics and the djs be hanging off the ledge, they f

watch your step, come on man you making all this noise, man.
hush up. alright this the spot right here. right here? you got the explosives?
yeah i got it. now this gonna get it hot, right? its gonna blow this mutherfucker up. im sayin is this gonna be blazing?
Nigga, this gonna be

I sit i'm my room claustrophobic, as i watch the walls breath succumbing to self pity, and these voices wont leave. I got a revolver in my hand with six chambers and they all full, every bullet contradicts the contemplation of suicide. I wanna die. So i sit and clinch my bible until my palms swe

I bang the whip in the parking lot, step out sparklin a medallion as i listen to the club hop. Step in the spot head noddin, counting big faces, now im plotting how to get the freaks out the silk laces. Ok, my formula right, two parts of the congnac, one part shine of the ice, fake playa, cease

This is me, black and most hated in all fifty, from genocide to swastikas and right wing comities. This is me, a witness to governmental conspiracy over crowded cells bleed addicts, to feed my streets. This is me, the one aryan nation wanna touch, burn my church, set me up, hog tie and wet me up

Intergalatic gas surrounds the core of the solar, now i'm born a supernova, i blow your mind to bipolar. I switch my level from the degrees of lava back to the surface of the solar holding torches with the rage of iatola. I snar trap the farenhite, and ignite electrolites, now i hold the afterma

Whatch your step, come on man you making all this noise, man.
Hush up. Alright this the spot right here. Right here?
You got the explosives? Yeah i got it. Now this gonna get it hot, right?
Its gonna blow this mutherfucker up. Im sayin is this gonna be blazing?
Nigga, this gonna

Are you ready for a brother with a mouth full of hand grenades? Watch a brothers tongue serenade with the grace of a razor blade over butter in the middle of a heat wave. Peep ways, got a baby in every part of the city because i'm street made. Did you really want to clash with me? Cause i'll pai

Sweep concentration camps with blood hounds. Night lamps lurking in the cold and damp fox hole. 1969, vietnam never seen the dead calm type mode. From sun down till crack of dawn, dancing in the napalm, mamma's first born train to kill the calm. Dispatch the recon, reinforce legion, penetrate th

This is the response after the passing of a dark storm and exhales from 5 headed dragons. Bringing temperature to fright to farenhite, can i hit your hold dog pile and leave with a razor blade smile? I can hit yo dog pile leave with a razor blade smile in the meanwhile, bow to the profile. Heat

Yo we hazardous, dangerous rhyme patterns you couldn't see with 3d optical lenses, or telescope telepathy.
All i hear is rock bands with wack mc collaborations, with no structure, we on point like hypodermic acupuncture.
You know the name, ako mack, crush your tactics with a combination

Somebody take flight from the stage to the crowd below and expose a bloody nose from the the flows of your elbows, no crowd control. This is no holds barred. We gonna brawl until your knocked out, sprawled in your socks and draws with the paramedics involved. Engage the mosh pit and lose control

One day on the block i was speaking to a close partner, black caddie rolled up {i shot ay] i felt my soul reach back to times in my youth was cold and gritty on the south side of the city, read the sign is says town of no pity first grade was vague, eighth grade bounce to the east side.
From

It's automatic I rain caskets of dead poets, my mother gave the permission for the syrum of lyricism, Dr. Kavorkian overdosed it.
Now I rain death traps P.O.W. camps, torture cambers, my insane slang divides continents, and turn rabbis to gangbangers.
I'm Ako Mack the world killer. In

I liquefy mics. I could write a rhymne with my conscience that could perform an exorcism, with no responses.
My verbal calligraphy, is the bible for MCing, so when I test your ability, I remain to stay flammable.
Prophecize lyrics into the books of deuteronimy. Turning my rhymes into af