Akir

Akir is an American hip hop recording artist, producer, songwriter activist and, teaching artist known for his complex lyrics and social-political content. His name is an acronym for "Always Keep It Real".

Biography

Akir first entered the hip hop scene as an on-air personality at the high school radio station, WNMH, from 1994 to 1996. In 1998, he ranked second out of 50 in Howard University's Verbal Armageddon, MC competition. Akir sought to improve his musical talent and began to focus on production. Collaborating with his brother and business partner SouthPaw, he co-produced one track on Immortal Technique's Revolutionary Vol. 1. Soon after, Akir released his first song, "Best Friend", on DJ N'finite's mix CD, The Blockbuster Vol. 1, through his own production company, One Enterprises.

In November 2005, Akir and ten other up and coming emcees formed the group The Reavers, and released the album Terror Firma. Soon after, One Enterprises and Viper Records joined to release Akir's debut solo album, Legacy. Soon after the release of Legacy, Akir was featured in The Source's Unsigned Hype sidebar in the January/February 2005 issue, and the "Off The Radar" spotlight in the April 2006 issue. Akir was also featured in XXL magazine's Chairman's Choice in the October 2005 issue, and Show and Prove spotlight in the June 2006 issue. In 2006, Akir appeared as a model for Mecca 5star apparel, appearing in ad campaigns in magazines and billboards.

Şakir

Şakir is a Turkish name. Şakir or Sakir may refer to:

  • Abdul Kayum Sakir, Afghan prisoner
  • Cevat Şakir Kabaağaçlı, Turkish writer
  • Bahattin Şakir, Ottoman politician
  • Sakir-Har, Pharaoh of the Fifteenth dynasty of Egypt
  • See also

  • Shakir (name)
  • Aqir

    Aqir, also spelt Akir and Akkur, was a Palestinian Arab village in the Ramle Subdistrict, located 9 km southwest of Ramla and 1 km north of Wadi al-Nasufiyya (today called Nahal Ekron).

    History

    Until the early 20th century, Aqir was thought to lie at the site of the ancient Philistine city of Ekron, that has now been identified as Tel Mikne, 9 km to the south. The error seems rooted in antiquity; The Romans referred to the village as Accaron. In the 10th century, Al-Muqaddasi writes of Aqir (Ekron) as "A large village with a mosque. Its inhabitants are much given to good works. The bread here is not to be surpassed for quality. The village lies on the high road from Ar-Ramlah to Makka."Yakut called it Al Akir, and said it belonged to Ar Ramlah.

    The village mosque had a construction text, made in naskhi script, and dating it to 1296-7.

    Ottoman era

    In 1596, Aqir (Amir) appeared in Ottoman tax registers as being in the Nahiya of Ramla of the Liwa of Gaza. It had a population of 31 Muslim households and paid taxes on wheat, barley, and other produce.

    Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Tropical Fantasy

    by: Akir

    [Akir:] Hmm, come here
    [Jean:] Heh, stop it! [laughs] Stop! C'mon
    [Akir:] I'm sayin.. let's go
    [Jean:] Nah, stop askin me to go away, man
    We don't have to go away, you my getaway for real man
    [Akir:] I'm sayin I'll save a little money
    We can get the tickets and get outta here right now!
    [Akir:]
    It's like this priceless, Queen Isis
    A pleasure, when we're together though the trifest hypes this
    I write scripts rollin tight spliffs, roll on Miss
    While the time ticks, dodgin cops with nightsticks
    Plots and mind tricks, blocks where crime gets out of control
    Gotta know what glitters ain't gold
    And I'ma stop this grind shit, let's get on the road
    Fuck barely affordin the livin and the bills that we owe
    [Jean Grae:]
    I'm owin these bills, gettin through life with you, wife with you
    Breathe in the city lights 'til we exhale neon
    Beyond stress we gone, metropolis livin
    I'm beyond pills, we gon' build; how we gon' deal though?
    House for sailboat, my vision is with yours
    Snaps back to dirty building to steel doors
    Wanna relax back with the damn facts that we assed out
    and trapped, can't blast out, maxed out
    [Chorus: Jean Grae - singing]
    How we gonna get away (away)
    I've been goin crazy here, I can't make it here and I see
    You want the sunlight, the paradise, won't that be nice?
    Divine is right, if we could find a getaway
    [Akir:]
    Yeah, prayin to angels, plottin all angles, weavin a web tangled
    Mingle we labeled in the Star Spangled
    Strangle for oxygen, island hoppin Bahama way
    Let's get it poppin in mai tais and moccasins
    [Jean Grae:]
    Yeah, but we gon' rock Timbs, never lessen out the king
    Even if collar poppin in Hollis is not a sin
    See we already blessed, forgetting the stress
    The pennies yes, but many are without any or less so
    [Akir:]
    Usually they brutally usin me, foolishly cluelessly
    choosin means over you or me, who could be
    Movin feet to a beat, reach to a piece of land
    Close to a beach with sand
    [Jean Grae:]
    And it's a grand vision, a tan prism, and hands glisten
    Holdin a roll, a part of a gram but listen
    I'm with it, proposal exquisite
    But I can't flow 'til it, wanna let go but logic it holds with it
    [Akir:]
    Gotta go with it, I know it is, so a risk
    Just flow with this, let's blow this bitch
    [Jean Grae:]
    Boy I'm foldin my wrists, no cliques to hold back
    Baby we so rich, maybe I could show that
    [Akir:]
    Kick back and pop a bottle 'til models in avocado strings
    I picture a collar string bikinis lookin like a fashion model
    [Jean Grae:]
    Been in love and daydream then roll like the villains and never play
    We takin aeroplanes, speed in narrow lanes, never lay
    [Chorus]
    [Jean Grae:]
    I see the jobs and bills and it's hard to kill
    Want a menáge with thrill but I argue still
    I'm thinkin oxtail in Negril
    Then I'm thinkin con-ed locked in, it's heavy as drop lead[?]
    [Akir:]
    Uhh, mira poquita señorita mas mantequilla
    You give me seizures when I see your features, diva
    Ease up, and when you find some time to free up
    Check me after this re-up, though we can slide to Costa Rica
    Antigua or Dominica, linens with a mink cuff
    Shirt, matchin your sneaker, ganja we reek of, high 'til we reach clubs
    Squeeze up, liquor spillin margaritas, glass upon the speakers
    Feelin, grabbin, teasin my leaver, feenin to get your beaver beat up
    Only to reason for the Four Seasons
    Quick, go get a Visa, we might even see the preacher
    Lay back and let the sun shine, time teaches
    to learn each other in a place where nobody can reach us
    [Chorus x2]
    [Outro: Akir]
    C'mon baby, let's hit the road
    Nah, nah don't pack your bags
    We'll buy somethin when we get there, yeah
    Nah man, don't worry about the bills
    We'll take care of that later on




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