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Dear Diary
819
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dear Diary was released on July 6, 1993 by Interscope as a part of the album Vagina Diner
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Release DateJuly 6, 1993
LabelInterscope
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Akinyele
Akinyele
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akinyele Adams
Akinyele Adams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
W.P. Mitchell
W.P. Mitchell
Producer
William Mitchell
William Mitchell
Producer

Lyrics

My vocals sound dynamic when it's placed on track
Me wack? Your local mechanic couldn't even fix his mouth to say that
I make a rapper change his occupation
And have him selling hot dogs if he ain't saying nathan
I wait for challengers to pick a date of beef, I'm not a calendar
I knock your ass to the middle of next week
Leaving you outdated, I'm R-rated
**** on my dick, they'd fall off if I was to get castrated
No need to explain, I'm doper than heroin
So just take my name in vain
You can't follow the Ak's footmarks
I throw your raps in a shoebox and let the bullshit walk
I straighten up those who be slacking up
In other words, I'm not a film director
So don't come over here acting up
You know just who I am, this ain't
The damn Macho Man wrestling program
Over here you get slammed on the premises
Remember this, the name Akinyele, it don't rhyme with Genesis
I'm not the one to get played, this ain't the arcade
Point over here and you'll find your fingers in the yellow page
You can't hang with the kid
My lyrics are so bad we only taught in School 600
So all you rappers keep eyeing me, but just admire me
And write this shit in your diary
Dear, dear diary
(I'll kick the plain and simple)
Write it in your book, kid
Dear, dear diary
(I'll kick the plain and simple)
Print it on your pages
Dear, dear diary
(I'll kick the plain and simple)
Write it in your book, kid
Dear, dear diary
(I'll kick the plain and simple)
Check it out
Yo, Rob Swift (Rob Swift get business)
Rob Swift (Rob Swift get business)
Rob Swift (Rob Swift get business)
Rob Swift (Rob Swift get business)
All you gotta do is just set it
Better yet, act like you want it and see if you don't get it
I walk over rappers like doormats
Save all that Nino Brown chat for all them other new jacks
In your city, with your whole damn committee
Your butt-ass rhymes are all shitty
So don't riff, 'cause I'm in a class by myself
Make like a ventriloquist, talk that shit someplace else
Lyrics you pick are all simple
And always quick to come out your face just like a damn pimple
But just know you can't follow this
My rhymes penetrate to the skin just like a dermatologist
Best to head to the clinic
'Cause Akinyele's style's about to spread like an epidemic
I don't talk past the street limit, one solid gimmick
I won't change up, because I'm not a schizophrenic
Pushing a wooden box
Six-foot-six is what you catch if you step to the Ak
I'll kill a rapper's breath in one sec
If he ever try to play me like an
Accident and think he can catch wreck
Shit, once I come find ya
Here's another reminder: **** can get stomped down to China
In other words, get that ass kicked
I'll send your wack baby-ass raps right back to pediatrics
Play the back 'fore you get smacked
Act like a lumberjack, I come from the projects of LeFrak
Ak to the 'nyele, don't give a hell who you wanna tell
Not an intercom, but my name ring bells
So all you rappers, come on if you wanna start trying me
But write this shit in your diary
Ayo, bust it
Ayo, bust it
Written by: Akinyele Adams
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