Hypocrite

One, two

Can you hear me?

Yo, Fakts One's again, yeah

Yo, my name is Akrobatik and I don't smoke crack

I won't buy the rhyme if I think the beats whack

I don't shoot smack or pop pills to get loose

And I don't drink liquor it causes spousal abuse

Plus I don't smoke cigarettes

So you won't see me on the patch or chewing on no nicorette

I don't pack heats, but if I did you couldn't hold it

And I wont smoke a spliff unless I see you role it

I don't talk shit, shit-talkers are mostly feeble

Don't look down on my people, we all equal

I don't watch videos, they all the same

Don't preoccupy myself with glamour, fortune and fame

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

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

I don't do none of that shit

But if I do it's just because I'm hypocrite just like you

Hypocrite, low down dirty belligerent

Words and actions always different, ignorant

Everything you say is insignificant

Soul is old, rhymes dirty, born illegitimate

Can't believe a word you say

What you claim you do tomorrow

You ain't doing today

I bet we'd all be your slaves if you had it your way

But you wouldn't follow none of the rules that you lay

You damn hypocrite!

I won't do a show without half up front

Fourth and one best believe I'm on punt

If you see me with a honey, best believe she's at least half black

Cause I won't hit the booty unless it's tight fat

I won't hop a flight without the blade stash

Slice your neck if you make the cockpit-dash

I don't sweat cash, cause it comes and goes

And I try not to call women bitches and hoes

But if a ho spread a rumor I ain't smacking the bitch

I walk past her faster than a Pedro pitch

Cause I don't sweat the words of those that don't matter

The rhymes are above petty talk and ignorant chatter

I don't waste my time writing ignorant rhymes

But I know that making niggaz laugh ain't no crime

I don't do none of that shit but if I do

It's just because I'm a hypocrite just like you

Hypocrite, low down dirty belligerent

Words and actions always different, ignorant

Everything you say is insignificant

Soul is old, rhymes dirty, born illegitimate

Can't believe a word you say

What you claim you do tomorrow

You ain't doing today

I bet we'd all be your slaves if you had it your way

But you wouldn't follow none of the rules that you lay

You damn hypocrite! (Fakts One's again)

You damn hypocrite!