Akrobatik - Cooler Headz lyrics

Hmm, yeah, unstoppable (Akrobatik, y'all)

Ayo, I was on the mike, location insignificant

Doing what I normally do, come on rippin it

Making fifty people feel like they was fifty thousand

Cooley promoted show, but Ak' was still housing

All of sudden in steps a crew

Acting shitty, all pissy off a liquor and brew

Interrupted on my set, straight disrespect

I had the crowd vibing lovely, now it's disconnect

This one cat was dumber than the crowd, straight acting

So I addressed him money since he was so distracting

Ripped him with a rhyme that made the crowd go nuts

Whole time Good Fella dropped the beats and cuts

And then this other brother stepped up from his crew

A thugged-out small fry, I called him Royce the Five Two

The people in the place, they would never go with him

They knew he lacked manhood and professionalism

By now niggaz should've went home in disgrace

But this little dogs still jumping up in my face

I let him rhyme about his guns, record deals and rings

Whole time knowing I could knock him out with one swing

But if I throw a punch and let this idiot push me

His man'll probably pull out the tool just like a pussy

Then its good people getting stabbed and shot, right?

All because some thirsty niggaz wanted the spotlight

Step back black, Ak' ain't the one

I'm on a mission, got no time to be dead or in prison

I'm trying to see every single ocean and continent

So your ignorance could never break down my self-confidence

If niggaz threw fair ones like niggaz was men

I might get in a scrap every now and then

But since niggaz is dirty and they mentals are frail

I walk away in New York cause cooler heads prevail

I mic a fight but don't sleep the head skills is tight

So don't be the one to break my peaceful streak, aight?

Now if I punch you in your face I be raw

Never catch me lounging in the ignorant section [repeated]

Now all I'm thinking about is strangling the show promoters

Who shoulda hired bouncers instead of chauffeurs

You might think I'm soft for not fucking up the place

But all I care about is everybody got home safe

You can thank Freestyle and Stronghold for that

They my niggaz for life, yeah they all have my back

Shoulda seen when I was trying to ask the crowd to pardon this

And this dude's screaming on the mic "Yo we sign artists"

I see exactly why these labels sing y'all

Cause they make the dough while your weak minds fall

And as for shorty he was fowled no doubt

Dude snuffed a honey in the grill on his way out (say what?)

Ill, right?

But he didn't get far

Twenty minutes later he was in the squad car

I felt bad for his poor lost soul

Niggaz fucking up while they on parole

A little bit a shine in front of Fifty ain't worth it

But that's America, plenty nigga's brain short-circuit

If your plan for the night is fucking up my show

Then I think its time to revaluate your goals

A lot of brothers be inside the mental cage

I couldn't believe when I found out his age (twenty-?)

Now I'm off to Jamaica and he's off to jail

Proof once again that cooler heads prevail

I mic a fight but don't sleep the head skills is tight

So don't be the one to break my peaceful streak, aight?

Now if I punch you in your face I be raw

Never catch me lounging in the ignorant section [repeated]

I know you wanna step to this kid

Don't sleep the head skills is tight