"All Eyez on Me"
Yo this one flows with the Instrumental of "All Eyez on Me".
(Akro-Nim speaks) ”Yo this shit is dedicated to my Nigga Pac.
All Eyez are still on you nigga rest in peace.
Living and spittin this one thru your eyez.
All eyez on you.(x2)
It’s 2-Pacalypse now, rap genocide, run & hide,
Enemies look at me, immediately, think suicide.
Do or Die. Wonder why I’m wanted? So I flaunt it,
So step up on it, they scare like a nightmare, like I’m haunted.
On a rap mission, notice that the streets always listen,
When I position, premonitions, competition, rap battle reminiscin.
War is hell! Emcees come a dime dozen, hopeful hustle,
don’t move a muscle, give their mics a muzzle.
Emcees beggin me, pleadin me to spit it first,
Knowin it takes the Akronim just a single verse, and they in a Hurst.
Stressin tha urgency, operate em like surgery,
don’t you know I was makin money before their was currency.
But currently, you caught in a current without to paddle to row,
Up shit creek, no metaphor, or flow, victims below.
Makin cemeteries and mortuary,
got em superstitious on certain days & they worry, visionary blurry.
Trying to find my weakness constantly, strategically,
But they don’t see, theirs no game without me, that’s it basically.
Always hungry, it’s either feast or famine, I couldn’t imagine,
To have em murder me, lyrically, so steadily I keep it slammin.
Always have to analyze, strategize, it’s how I’m worldwide,
And how I keep em paralyzed, got the nerve to act surprised.
What do expect from the grim reaper? To take your life!
So what did you expect from Akro-nim? Neck pressed upon my knife!
I don’t need the steel, to make you choose, you know the rules,
you can battle alone wit tha microphone and you’d still lose.
Chorus:
”All eyez on you“,
Making hits such as the Seven Day Theory,
Your style is still unmatched, skills still from the cemetery.
”All eyez on you“,
I’m worldwide, captivated in they eyes, Akro-nim immortalized.
Emulating my fight thru my nigga Pac’s eyez.
”All eyez on you“,
Well, they say, ”revenge is a dish best served cold“, so I was told,
I’ve never had to seek it, only viewed it, from my enemies of old.
But I was born ready, since my birth, and for what is worth,
I understand the misery from being 2nd to me, is like childbirth.
Pains of struggle and they wonder why, harmonious sounds of cries,
Like battle cries, through a mothers eyes, still hard to realize.
Lookin at the man in tha mirror, I see the heart of terror, without error, Bringin tragedy nearer, my path for wrath seems clearer.
Poetic Justice is what I must deliver, to make em quiver,
All bleed red from the dead, flow down like the Nile River.
They all coincide, and confide, like one-time on a homicide,
Like a bounty after me, no city flee, I won’t run and hide.
They got me fumin, they finally freed me, I’m now unleashed,
like the seven-headed beast, quickly deceased, so rest in peace.
As I step upon a scene, feeding on my rage, when on stage,
Ur just a chapter in my life, so quickly I turn the page.
History seems to repeat itself, I’ll make you famous,
Spit it wicked with just a word, got em sayin; ”Who will save us“?
Becomin number one is simple just look at you,
But look at me, to maintain the same in the game, if you got somethin to prove.
Never duplicated, we all bleed, I’m of different breed, no similar seed, Chronological chronic, the Cadillac of weed. My shits always lethal, like chronic, it feels good, That I can stroll down my block and my shits slammin in very single hood.
Chorus:
”All eyez on you“,
Making hits such as the Seven Day Theory,
Your style is still unmatched, skills still from the cemetery.
”All eyez on you“,
I’m worldwide, captivated in they eyes, Akro-nim immortalized.
Emulating my fight thru my nigga Pac’s eyez.
”All eyez on you“,
Well I got a chip on my shoulder, Who’s gonna knock it? Who wants to step? Drawing a line in the sand, and my territory’s kept.
Bow down and pray, articulate in a hurry, I aint showin mercy, I’m not God, but ya betta worry.
Feeling leery, I’m gonna heat it up like purgatory,
Hell aint as hot as my tracks, when I’m telling stories.
Got em silenced, they begin to stutter, thoughts wander,
Responses clutter, mind seizures, thoughts of rupture.
Got ya nervous and perplexed, having second thoughts,
Even paranoia has fought, blinded my fearful thoughts.
Freezin these cowards, numbing they ass like nova cane,
Get pleasure from pain, no morphine drips in my vein.
Full immunity from torture, unlike my adversary,
Advocatin my domain, quickly dig em, so I spit it, to get em buried.
Unequivocally known, the fate of your demise, is not dismissive,
Hold the world in my palm so be alarmed, and stay submissive.
Its like they scared of the dark, turn on the mic, they quickly vanish,
So let them bust first, and wake me up when they finished.
”All eyez on you“