Video Im Out de Akin Yai 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Akin Yai - Im Out Lyrics

[Intro: Sample]
“No, no puedo comprender”

[Verse 1: Cise Star]
Serpent and the Rainbow. Cops, nigga, so lay low
They can’t hold him down, got more weapons than Halo
Light bring a singer, his words a dead ringer, one
Hand be a fist, the other is middle finger
High in the air, despair over the happiness
And medicated sadness drapes this tragic Atlas
Suburban African down with pro-blackness
My people hurting for certain when they control madness
Please hear my demo—got more copies than Kinko
Hustle with the flow, just a pimp with dreams of hero
Fuck a skinny black? We blast you out the Delta
Mississippi mud, we blood, flow with the weather—what?

[Hook: Cise Star and (Sample)]
Hung ten in the streets. Come on, honey, we major
Don’t have much but we shine like lasers
Will to survive, don’t cry, we got angels
Fire in the sky rebuild, heal a nation
South got flooded, West Coast is burning
North stay freezing, East remain hurting
All we need is Godzilla to finish the service
Whoever’s playing this Sim City needs to be cursing
(“No, no puedo comprender que me has dejado”)
[Verse 2: Cise Star]
I’m like Guy Montag, changing my mind for better. Under
The weather, Mustafa mind hold it together, but maybe
He don’t. Another sinner sin in his hell, it’s like
God and his saved men thawing on the shelves—get it?
I’m getting too deep and making you read between
The lines when I cosign tangent to breed the sin
The Cheshire Cat keeping a grin ‘cause he
Had sip of premium blend getting him up now
And on the cut be the CYNE label, but don’t
Get it twisted. You can’t even get this on the merch table
Only Built 4 Cuban Linx only made for you to think
Got you bent over the sink—throw it up now
Throw it up now

[Verse 3: Akin]
American Me fly like a pelican be. It’s do or die
Benin I, y’all. Who want it with he? The wild
African, I’m back with the pen to the pad again
So that’s a wrap for y’all, the phony rap actors in this
Game called music. Some do abuse it
I reached for utopia, found. Now I’m bluesing
No jazz tune, rap goon. Word is my weapon
I’m Kane in his prime, rhyming. You “Half-Steppin’”
So half-assed, you got gassed. Them crackers made you
I came from the ground up to brawl. They paid you, fucker
You ain’t never gonna last in this—that’s to
Every-blingy-type rapper posing his bitch. We shitting
On y’all. Why spar the lyrics or brawl? Knock the
Wind out the lame playing Steven Seagal. I’m Jacking
Your Chan, KO, flow with the wind. My nigga
Cise got that Water for Mars and we begin, it’s like…
[Outro: Sample]
“No, no puedo comprender que me has dejado”