AKH or science of rhyme
People will always say but who is hidden in these signs
The A like the Bus Shelter where I waited for school mornings
Walkman on the head, Posca on the seats, in a thin bag
Like the alphabet, and sequences of letters in my art
When I went up the stairs, feet on the ground and head in the clouds
Then comes the K, like blue Kappa that I wore every day
Trying the spin on the porch on my K-Way
Obviously not gifted, I switched to krylon, immaculate walls
My name in this fucking town they called me an asshole
Outlawed it's H, H like Hip Hop, H like Hifi
H like heptagon, 7-faceted mind when I go to the microphone
And it's my anger that speaks first, when I come from the port side
Take the strongholds of music like a Tabor soldier
AKH in the science of the rhyme
People will always say each other but who is hiding in these signs
The A, it's the amnesia of others to admit that built
Abrasive, you know my crew : An anthology
Jadis kicked on ferro-chrome, now in prologic
Accents of my discipline and amplitude of my rimology
The K is the Cyst, in the heart of showbiz, guy on the fringes,
Language-pyrolysis, in front of these puppets I ironize like
Khalil, armed arm of the mic, Hip Hop fellagah
My promised land, that of rhymes which kill, what are you doing guy
It's to say this bullshit that you improvise, hiera techné
H, for hermeticism, original distant from mimicry
Like Halls and HLM remains of rap, a source of lasting talent,
Suffering from writing an incurable illness
AKH or science of rhyme
People will always say but what is hidden in these signs
The A for the acetate and the vinyls that I release
Radical activist, illuminations as a sport
Absolute when the idiots don't understand the meaning of my verses in my texts
An effort, verbal assassination metaphors
A like autonomy, appearance at dawn
Little credit to man, stopping of the artifact above the lobes
Son of the 'asphalt, spitter of slang abstract poet
Rap demago rap of the money I insult you galore
What is your K, that of K.O, I arrive like hermes
Carrier of 'a melody coming from the lands of the Kermes oak like
Khamsin the only link in a Kyrielle
I lead my art selfishly and think in the plural
Here is my story H like Hegira, and only one side to hatred
I spend saliva and track diffuses my breath
Poor effort lost and frankly I find it a shame
Before I listened to Schooly.D here is the H for Homage.

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