First off, this called y'all can't phase me
and if anyone can think of a hook give it to me
and this is me (A-Tak) and my boy Open Mike
i got more if people wanna see it


Open Mike
Don’t try to fake me out today
Cause there is just no insult that I can say
There’s nothing that I can spray
In your direction
You’ll need the CIA for your protection
And I can’t help you out with that infection
It is too deep, but the wounds will start healin
I am feelin it, but you better start kneelin
To the superiority, to the master
Or you gonna have to pray all day to your pastor
My compound lyrical rhymes will just get faster
Until you obey what I say in this verse
Or I’ll carry you out in the back of a hearse
This is how it is now, you can’t debate
Cause if you do, that will bring hate to your fate
And I’ll keep goin
Keep flowin
And keep showin off my lyrics without you knowin
So I’m gonna have to come up with a new plan
I’m pretty sure after this rap you’ll all be a fan
Of Open Mike and A-Tak
We not black
But for now I’m gonna put this rap in my folder
Until it releases I’ll remain a white soldier

* Hook *

A-tak
The kid from New B
Y’all can’t phase me
Shoot at me, and your bullets won’t even graze me
I run from cops, faster then yo eye can see
I’m like a track star, I’m runnin so fuckin fast
This is A-Tak bitch, my rhymes are hard like casts
Build you up and knock you down, like them toys from Lego’s
I’ll put dents in ya skull, like fuckin Eggos
I’ll take on fake rappas, I might need some brass knucks
To shove my fist in their face, they jus weak fucks
To all the haters out there, I hate you more than you hate me son
Y’all piss me off so much, ya lucky I don’t have a gun
No fuckin wit me, I been through all the hard times
I don’t express them publicly, I do it in my rhymes
My bad, this rap ain’t made so you can hear my complaints
Metaphors, punchlines, and writin verses are my greatest strengths
I never pretend, I’m always all fo real
Have you trippin ova my words, like banana peel
Some of yall readin my rhymes think that I am fake
You think my shits so bad, I’d like too see what you could make

* Hook *
A-Tak
It’s Open Mike night, so we comin to A-Tak ya
You try comin after me and I’ma have to cutcha
Throat, make it so you cannot breathe
And like a Red Sox fan, I’ll make you believe
That I am viscous, always ready for a fight
Whether it’s in the mornin or late at night
These flows are original, you betta not try to bite
My rhymes, I’ll have yo ass feelin contrite
Open Mike
Sometimes I get a little crazy
Words that you could say cannot make or break me
But it feels like even the little shit can phase me
And then everything starts to feel hazy
Sometimes I feel like calling out for Superman to save me
And it is amazing
The way you always like to gang up on me
Takin you on one by one is the key
And you can try to take me up, and shake me up
But when you rap you’re gonna have to wake me up
And it’s Open Mike night so I’m gonna bring my game
All you fuckin crunk rappas are all the same
And soon enough I’ll be in that rappin hall of fame
Among the true rappers with real battlin scars
I just finished this whole verse in less than 9 bars