Dear Diary Akinyele

[Verse 1]
My vocals sound dynamic when it's placed on track
Me wack? Your local mechanic couldn't even fix his mouth to say that
I'll make a rapper change his occupation
And have him selling hot dogs if he ain't saying nathan'
I wait for challengers to pick a day to beef
I'm not a calendar-
I'll knock your ass to the middle of next week (next week)
Leaving you OUTDATED, I'm R-RATED
Niggas on my dick was to fall off if I was to get CASTRATED
No need to explain
I'm doper than heroin, so just take my name in vain
You can't follow the Ak's footmarks
I'll throw your raps in a shoebox and let the bullshit WALK!
I straighten up those who be slacking up
In other words I'm not a film director
So don't come over here acting up
You know just who I AM
This ain't the DAMN Macho MAN Wrestling PROGRAM
Over here you get SLAMMED on the premises
Remeber this, the name Akenyele it don't rhyme with Genesis
I'm not the one to get played
This ain't the arcade
Pull over here and you'll find your fingers in the yellow page
You can't hang with the kid
My lyrics are so bad they're only taught in school 600
So all you rappers keep eyeing me
But just admire me
And write this shit in your diary