Bang With Us?

[Intro] We've been on this ting for so long now [Verse 1] 10 years at the top of my craft Maybe not at the top of the charts But who could tell me what independent touring the globe And flows as cold as winter was in hand me down clothes Live shows of the chain Toussaint Seems I was born to be what you ain't A man that uses his art to fight But still prospers in these hard times So what's to hate when you're known around the globe, it's great And their known around the globe, it's fake The respects so high that Left you in a jail full of lifers A man sit in silence, try that You can't buy that, nah bruv, I am that Not because I'm a killer but because I'm a [?] black Cause contrary to the rumours Our community is not a bunch of delinquents, we are students But don't respect the system made by the killers The ones that paint us as the villains Back to the spittin' Listen, who's really my competition? Really? Is there somethin' that I'm missin'? These kids are kittens fighting with a pitbull Carefull my brother you'll get your ship pulled [Hook] Who can bang with us? None (What!) Who will stand with us? Come (What!) Who's still doubting us? Dumb (What!) We've been on this ting for so long now You can't bang with us, none You won't stand with us, son You still doubting us, dumb We've been on this ting for so long now [Verse 2] I got man puzzled like "I don't get it How is he still so well with so much message" Don't diss the sisters, celebrate killing other blacks But still so fuckin' hard when he raps I give you a tip, swag through the roof It's no excuse to be boring cause you tell the truth When it's said and done, I'm still the same as when I started Ain't having a bar for none of these artists That not giving a fuck gives me strength Now I don't use it on us, use it on them But defend what I have to Sit down Matthew Just one if my disciples, take notes This is not music, this here is a sport Who's ready for the ring ring fire? You man are wetter than man's hair in Shoreditch I think it's time to retire, heir [Hook] [Verse 3] It's the father, you can call me uncle Akala What's the palava with Ghana Fans here to Ghana, globe, every corner Punish every punk that is posing the hardest Told you we tarnish those that are garbage Get left for dead for opposing the carnage So who's next, who's the best of me clones? Take out a town like Obama with the drones Known for the poems that scorch gin, poor ting Probably [?] a 12 year old girls gassed at your king But we are grown me so only grown women And real hip hop heads, we care for their opinion But where are my dominions? I swear that your Brazilian The way you got brutalised within your own kingdom By this German efficiency, without the bigotry Harder than the life of a black man in Italy [Hook]