Fire in the Booth (Part 1, 2 & 3)

[Part 1] Yes, I grew up on the dole in a single parent family Been through a little bit of tragedy Yes I was around drugs and violence before the day that I started secondary And that’s part of it not half of it Get the picture, the rest ain't necessary Growin’ up, got a little caught up But that ain’t even half of my life I was also given the knowledge of self That is all we actually need to survive If you saw me aged 9, reading Malcolm just fine Teachers still treated me stupid Students that couldn’t speak English, they put me in groups with And the irony is some of the first man to give me schoolin’ You would call gangsters but I already explained, we know what the truth is They used to say ‘Don’t be like me’ Yeah I got a name and dough on the street Night time comes, I can’t sleep And that’s the part that rappers don’t speak We don’t hit the road cos we are thugs Don’t come out the womb, wanna sell drugs If we got the right guidance and love Would we fight people just like us? How could I knock the hustle to get by? How do you think I ate as a child? Judge no one, done many things wrong I just don’t boast about it songs But listen to my older bars I was just as confused as you probably are But you grow and you learn Travel and f*** up One too many man you know get cut up One too many man that could’ve been doctors End up spending their whole life boxed up You learn, if you study Its all set out just to make them money No cover, it’s all about getting poor people to fight with one another So its logical that us killing our brothers Dissin’ our mothers Is right in line with the dominant philosophy of our time But time is a cycle, not a line Comes back around you regain your mind You be ready for the energy I channel in my rhymes Remedy the pedigree, the jeopardy of mine When the world’s this f***ed up, lethargy’s a crime We can all fight with our brothers over crumbs Far harder to fight the one who makes guns We can all talk sh** and get two dollars Far harder to be the one who seeks knowledge If we understood economics We’d know money’s nothin’ Think nothing of it Money is a means to get wealth, not the wealth itself Don’t get confused, I’m far from broke All that you see me do I own But I won't hang what I make around my neck I know from where that the diamonds came But I do quite literally own a library That definitely costs more than your chain And businesses, and properties Far from starvin’, I eat quite properly And I don’t care, just in it for the kids Who need to know that you’re not broke to listen Don’t know an asset from a liability They’ve never been shown or told the difference So they don’t change situations Richest man in Britain is Asian That’s significant, not coincidence Asian people build businesses Not by flossin/going out shoppin’ Giving out their culture for everyone’s profit Who run’s Bollywood? Indian people Who owns our shit? So we shake our arse and dance As if racism just upped and vanished But has it? No its right on course You’re beaten so bad, you’re trained to ignore Let me not just make sweeping statements Gimme a second, I’ll explain it For small amounts of drug possession there’s more black people in jail in America than there is for rape and armed robbery and murder all put together You can say they’re just locking up thugs Imagine if they locked up every middle class kid that had ever held drugs Oh that’s right, that’d be your kids! Bigger than that what is going on with this Prison in America’s a private business They get paid 50k per year per inmate by the State, just wait… Also legally are allowed to use their prison inmates as slaves Cheap slave labour, big corporations They come out of jail, can’t get a job So when we celebrate going to jail We are LITERALLY CELEBRATING ENSLAVEMENT Add to that, that the hood that you’re livin’ Engineered social condition that breeds crime by design Where do you think you get your nine? You can say that they’re just black But I like to deal with facts In the 1920s you would’ve found in America Black towns Prospering centres of economics and education to make you proud But some people couldn’t bear that the former slaves would not just lie down So the KKK and other hate groups burnt those towns to the ground Killin hundreds If it ain’t understood You think you were always livin’ in the hood? Shit it’s only been sixty years Since they hung blacks and burned em’ And that was so cool Day reel passes, picnic baskets Even gave kids the day off school To go see a lynchin’ Have a picnic It’s fun to watch the little monkeys die Then people act a little dysfunctional You wanna pretend that you don’t know why If your colour means you can be killed And you’re powerless to get justice about it Is it difficult to figure out how you would then end up feelin’ about it? And that ain’t excuses Just dealing with the roots of abuses that make a reality Where a generation of young men speak of ourselves as dirt casually That’s America This Britain Some things are similar Some different In this country the first enslaved were the working class What’s changed? Worse jobs, worse conditions Worse taxes, look where you’re livin’ You go to the pub, Friday night You will fight with a guy Don’t know what for But won’t fight with a guy, suit and a tie Who sends your kids to die in a war They don’t send the kids of the richer politicians It’s your kids, the poor British That they send to go die in a foreign land For these wars you don’t understand Yeah they say that you’re British And that lovely patriotism they feed ya But in reality you have more in common with immigrants Than with your leaders I know, both side of my family Black and white are fed ghetto mentality Reality in this system Poor people are dirt regardless of shade But with that said Let’s not pretend that everything is the same When our grandparents came here to Britain If you had a criminal record you couldn’t get in Yet that ain’t protect them from all the stupid, stupid abuses they would be livin’ Kicked in the teeth Stabbed in the street Many times fired bombed our houses Put faeces through our letter box And of course the cops did so much about it(!) Daily, up to the 80s People spittin’ into my pram cos’ I was a coon baby But of course that has had no effect on why today we are crazy And none of this was for any good reason They were just dark and breathing To ease the guilt now for all of this treatment Constant stereotypes are needed So if I celebrate how big that my dick is Bricks that I’m flippin’ Clips that I’m stickin’ Chicks that I’m hittin’ I’m playing my position But if I teach a kid to be a mathematician Messin’ with the schism How they gonna fill a prison when materialism is nothing but a religion? What do you think we got now in Britain? Just like America, private prisons Prisons for profit! That mean when your kids go jail people make money off it So keep environments that breed crime Build more jails at the same time Market badness to the kids in the rhymes As long as rich kids ain’t dying its fine! Get em’ to the point where some are so lost They actually believe that if they don’t celebrate killin’ themselves off That it’s because they’re soft Was Malcolm soft? Was Marley soft? Tell me was Marcus Garvey soft? Well? Was Mohammed Ali soft? Nah, Nah I think not! But they want us to think that the road is cool Being on road is all we can do We don’t control the wholesale productions Who benefits from us movin’ the food? Or thinking there’s no way out of road life But Malcolm X used to hustle out on the roadside When Marcus Garvey organised more than 6 million people With no Facebook or Twitter Why is this something you cannot equal? Shiiiiit! One of my homeboys did a ten straight in the box in yard Now what’s he doing? Passin’ his doctorate Don’t tell me that it’s too hard! Who trained you to believe that you’re inferior? Sungbo Eredo in Nigeria are the remains of an ancient moat Dug 1000 years ago 20 metres wide, 70 down Round the remains of an ancient town That’s 400 square miles around 400 square miles around Please, please don’t believe me It was a documentary on BBC! But we ain’t studyin’ history Too busy watching MTV And MTV said wear platinum Now everybody wanna go and wear platinum And MTV said pop magnums Now everybody wanna go and pop magnums If MTV said drink prune juice You would start hearing that in tunes soon ‘Hey! Today I wore my Cartier Is it now more important what I got to say?’ Oh and I drive a Mercedes by the way So everybody listen to what I got to say Huh, does that make you all happy? Ahh but shit my head’s still nappy Think for myself, still some mad at me But on the mic ain’t not one bad as me All of this here’s good for the rhymes Put us in the same place at the same time And it’s clear to everybody that I’m out of my mind Some of these guys are runnin’ out of their rhymes Clear to everybody that has got ears I’m the guy that they just might fear They wanna get near but they can’t have a peer Ah dear I’m hard liquor you’re just like beer Front on the kid for another five years Come to my shows and some cry tears It mean that much to em’, it’s a movement! I don’t speak for myself but a unit Black, white, man, woman, anyone that respects truth we put in Dudes are like no dinner with just puddin’ Yeah you’re sweet but no substance puddin’ You could never ever be with a level on Our songs get out played out there in Lebanon We speak for the people properly Not for the old fat guys in offices And the girls love him, it ain’t fair He can’t even be bothered to comb his hair Anyway that’s enough kissin’ my own arse Back to the more important task of being so shower I got half the hood screaming “KNOWLEDGE IS POWER” And I ain’t saying that will change rap But I do know this for a fact Right now there’s a yout’ on your block With his hands on his balls, face screwed up Swear he don’t care, don’t give a fuck That he won’t let nobody caught his block But the words go in Open up your chakra Because once that’s happened there’s no going back Once you start to see what is really happening Who the enemy you should be attackin’ is So READ, READ, READ! Stuck on the block, READ, READ! Sittin’ in the box, READ, READ! Don’t let them say what you can achieve Cos when people are enslaved One of the first things they do is stop them reading Cos’ it is well understood that intelligent people will take their freedom Cos’ if we knew our power we would understand that we can’t be held down If we knew our power, we would not elevate not one of these clowns If we knew our power, we wouldn’t get arrogant when we get two pennies If we knew our power, we would see what everybody sees, that we’re rich already! But never mind MCs go run for your mummy I’m hungry, I run for my tummy That’s enough, back to worshiping money I’m off, back to the study! [Intro] Yo, Akala Knowledge is power Volume 1, Mixtape 28th of may Listen Akala music.com Tiny bit more vocal please actually Listen, Knowledge is power always Listen [Part 2] Oi, Mate my personal life's great Some of you would love me more, If I rubbed that in you're face Okay, well Let us run down the resume and have a little chat about how Akala's living today Big whip, nice yard, Been all over the globe Look how many continents I have done, Shows Couple little company's, Neat little office Everything going swell, Little bit of profit Built a business educating kids from the blocks So far as I'm concerned you gotta be a mug to not rate him Own my masters, Still my own master Novels and scripts on the way Rap is just a part of, The genius in his head And he knows it, Dickhead, Since I used to kick ball for West ham With my bighead Back in school days wearing hand-me downs from my sister And gal' was still onto man, Now thats some ras charisma As just a nippa, I took my first pull of Rizla And who you think gave me that? yeah my bigger sista So when we speak of struggle cousin it's yours You know the same old madness, working class poor Yeah, So, may of won a couple awards But I guarantee my family's just as messed up as yours All the abuse and the alcoholism and drug addiction Uncles going to prison This is working class livin' in Britain, It ain't great You gotta be kiddin' So please don't ever get confused by me spittin' Cos', yes I said the ghetto's in our head But no I didn't mean that if you live next to a food yard that thats in your dreams I meant believing in the madness they spout about us Is far more dangerous than putting us in council houses So yeah I criticize but from a place of love, never, ever Because I think that I've become above Every young broth, you wanna judge as a tug' It's me minus a little guidance and love So I think that your the mug And why be smug when it's an actual fact We all commit crime, Simply by paying tax Cos' we don't go and tickle the people in Iraq And ask them so politely for all their minerals we extract We blew children's heads off, Set fire to backs Were a gangsta nation get down or you get clapped, so When you see the yout' running around on the road with heaters Don't be surprised, they're just copying their leaders Long as the wars stay in places that are brown and poor We can all pretend to be Abhorred But we applaud If you go up to Knightsbridge and get violent The police man who duppies you will probably get knighted If I don't wanna fight you cuz' It ain't cos' I'm frightened It's just rather fight with those who really think they're titans, shit I ain't scared of bleeding I ain't scared of breathing another breath in this world where everything is so uneven Where millions murdered in the Congo and it's barely news But if a footballers wife should buy a pair of shoes I'm supposed to give a fuck apparently, I do not The worlds a reflection of you're block And if you think a world that profit from their death, and be totally cool And think you're better cos' you live here, your a bloody fool Look around the genocidal abuse I swear humanity ain't nothing but a virus with shoes Then I pick my nephew up from school, and I look at the youths And see the love that they show each other and I'm just so confused Because they ain't learnt yet what is their race or religion So we're put unconditioned but we learn to play our position In the system Look what that does to our recognition of self We grow suspicion of our own intuition, listen Akala's sick but he raps about racism to much Could you imagine I gave a flying f Cos' it's amazing, how many wanna claim they love this music With no respect for the actual struggle that produced it Did Hip-Hop not start in segregated hoods, are them hoods not still segregated? So it's really good And the first nation not still on reservations where the age of 46 Is the average life expectation And fellas, I wonder where the Favelas, could be suddenly knocked down And replaced with something better If you got sense you see fights are joined in race class and Gender are sides of the same coin So, if you really down for justice whoever the people who suffered, whoever you are I consider you my sisters, brothers But call it what it is like Carlin or Bill Hicks Not these patronizing left-wing little twits who ask me dumb shit On the superior tip And wanna act like cos I read I saw less violence as a kid Don't make me an exception For your mental protection From acceptin' the madness in the system we are left in That was the clearest thing to come of august events All the closet bigots started speaking their minds again So when a Jamaican or Asians misbehavin' of course it's because of their skin Blonde hair kills a million people, thats just him And it's entertaining some people are so thick But I prefer that to all of the fake grins Cos' it's the only problem people claim they wanna solve but don't actually wanna talk about How it evolved, You are told, this country really really yours sir? What they did to brown people they did to their own poor first And originally in the states, working class whites were also enslaved Still no one talks about it today Ever since the master came with the system of privileged Made the working whites the overseers mulatto the house Cos' put the darkest blacks in the field, that mind is with us still Billion dollar industry's, skin cream and bleaching pills And lets be honest most people of my complexion to this very day still think they're Better than the darker section You say it's changed then only educate me about Wilberforce not about the Africans in Haiti Who beat the army's of the British, Spanish and napoleon, From the moment it was stolen From em, There was no controllin' em When I was in school, she said no you never fought for freedom No, we freed you and you were on your knees pleading And once more did you know that we kind of saved you from the barbarism of Africa You should be grateful And enough of our own people can't be bothered to read That they actually believe that we were swinging from trees They don't know the kingdom of Congo had embassy's in Italy 500 years ago, Literally Ain't heard of Saint Maurice or Septimius Severus They ain't studying the past cos' they think it's irrelevant And attempts of pretending ancient Egyptians weren't African Nuttin' more than pseudo intellectual lies They obviously ain't read what Aristotle and Herodotus said About people they saw for their own eyes and Egypt's been invaded since the fall of the pharaoh's Not once, Not twice, But many many times And nobody wants to explain why so many statues are missin' noses Even when those statues made of granite It ain't one people alone, mis-taught about themselves We live on Celtic land, But don't learn about the Celts The same, Irish people you characterize as stupid During the dark ages some of the most educated living in Europe And did you learn the numbers you count with every day Were invented by Indian people, I bet you didn't Or how many million Indians fought for Britain in both world wars Still you got the cheek to call them immigrants We don't learn about the Moors of course, for some that knowledge dangerous Is it a problem the impact they had on the Renaissance? When people take power over another group We minimize their achievements so we can make it feel true So if you think Columbus was first to sail ocean blue You probably believe Elvis invented Rock & Roll too And oh, for the record no doubt I believe in peace But not for one second will I turn the other cheek They slap you, slap them back and take teeth The only way a bully ever learn is getting beat Fight, fire with fire nah fire with water See the life you enforce is stronger than the destroyer That's why these MC's can't speak to me NO, All men are not made equally My brains made of iron fiber, conductin' the livest wire My average grades higher than Oxford and Cambridge require I don't want credit, because I got a message I want credit cos' I'm the best MC Dead it When I came out way back in 04 Sister had just won every award Most man would have done the bait thing Put big sis on the chorus chords That would of been a-list sure Quickly I would of been famous more But look how I came in this ting' raw Bang of the streets and more If I MC'd and I heard me rap i'd be like what the I ain't never gonna' be that good so I better not push my luck It will embarrass me Only insanity, Would make you challenge me Better hope if we bump heads, that day that I fee like charity If not it's a beating and ain't no use in searching for meaning Cuz all it means is that you are crap and I am a genius Wait I'm Panama I'll push the parameter Can you imagine a Pharaoh more sicker than average I'll kill them with character Benjamin Banneker Look at the marriage of stamina Damage ya Boy from Britannica Got love from the whole in the calendar, so cold that I roll in a Challenger While you men roll with the amateurs I'm too much harder You can just call him Father Akala But I don't talk shit like a pastor Many know that I'm smarter than Arthur Bloody disaster Fire astarter Probably prodigy Make you a martyr For these crap MC's that mumble Then see me in the flesh and crumble Whoever told you that I was humble No I'm not, Don't lie I'm so sure with my writing ability That I feel like I'm finding divinity Sit down and every rhyme a soliloquy My agility, timing is Military What scene? get a Guillotine for the Mini-me It seems ya'll fiend for the the mimicry Your team couldn't dream of this synygy That I be when I scheme on a wicked beat There he goes again with the big words, bare syllables Get your dictionaries out That's what I'm about Clowns wanna shout Thrash him, smash him in the mouth Bloody professor Man of the letter I've read and I've read and I'm sure that I'm better Never regretting the endeavor to dead an oppressor I think that they're lepers that think that their pleasures are better endeavors Don't know about precious but See me? born in a rage Maroon blood, coursing my veins As you can see I was born for the stage But, I'll never be their cultural maid Some say that we're political Cos' what they're doing isn't Don't they preach a political doctrine called materialism But, for all the Italian clothes that you wear Or German cars that you drive Or french Champagne that we buy We'll still be monkeys in their eyes So why you are beggin' it Who knows, Italians fight to wear Jamaican clothes? Italians call their own women hoes? For everyone's entertainment bro? But hey, what do I know I'm just the one with the coldest flows All over the globe baddin' down shows But still don't oil my chest and pose Pose a threat to the power structure Not because we're anything special But because were the people together And that's the only way things changin'. EVER [Hook] x2 Absolute power corrupts absolutely But absolute powerlessness does the same It's not the poverty It's the inequality we live in everyday that will turn us insane We live in everyday Yo, Listen In a scheme of livin' my life wasn't hard But as far as Britain goes sh't i practically starved Sleepin' in a track suit, gas meter runnin' out Electric cut of as well, candles lighting up the house Lookin' in my mother's eyes I see how she feels The strain and the pain of just paying bills It ain't real and that's how i grow like so many more And i was part of who i am I am very sure You wanna' know the rage i feel in my stomach Knowing my mom and dad split up when i was still in her stomach And not everything that happened i will put in 16's But i will tell you enough so you know what i mean My boy's mother got cancer the same time as mine But his mother died and mine survived It was crazy back then When i was like 10 already had the mental strength More than many grown men It was a couple of years after my step dad left Did he really know all the crazy mess he left Because mum done recovered from the lumps in her neck But being poor and alone couldn't cope with the stress Her and my big sis for So much so, that I hadn’t left school When she left home I was 13 by now still a little kid, innocent Next couple year though would turn 'to a militant That is the result of no food in the fridge And every other day you gettin' searched by the pig's Plus these patronizing teacher doe' my grade sick Trying to emasculate me yeah turn me into a f'cking ana Don't mean no woman please let me be clear I mean been a spineless man because what do they fear More than the working class brown male with a brain And when our energy is harness everything changed Look at 'Pac, look a Marley, look at Hendrix, look at Garvey This is the potential that is wasted on a daily basis A racist classist world that we live in Still we comin' from nothing and we educating millions I see why it scares you its like how dare you Overcoming the obstacle that we have been careful to Place in your way, every step of the way In this so called democracy were kids get sprayed Black and the Asians, Turks and the Chavs Crowded in council flats, living like ants And who's more confused than so called white trash Talking this madness about they want there country back It never was yours, you should read more What they did brown people they did to the own poor But people's memory short so much that i'm seeing Black and Asian kids cast eastern-European No pot to piss in, makes competition I fail to see how this is a effective system When cats and dogs in America and Britain Eat better food than most of humanity And we spend our technology only on killing How is this more than sophisticated savagery It was once said the world is a stage Each persons is just a actor with a part to play Like the middle class kids and the kids of the rich That have everything but yet still pissed and on coke and ketamine strong hat on I ain't generalizing look at the evidence So go to Glastonbury any year You will see but unlike carnival it won't be crowing with police This is London the kids on the very next street Had a very different life experience from me And in my experience the can't help but be smug After lifetime of what they think is just good luck But still more anxious and more thankless Unearned privileges ways like an anchor It's why they copy what we do, tyna' be what they not They will grow up though and get better jobs And maintain the system that they claim they hated They can't fight against it, they got a stake in this matrix Hip-Hop is just a fad to them, you didn't know But for us this is our living breathing soul And yeah they might back pack in South America Or even volunteer in a African Village But all said and done, when push come to shove And shit hits the fan they're middle class and British and i ain't even dissing That's just how it is most rich brown people just as full of sh't So much more concerned with our cars and jewels That most of the world poor luck just like you So much more concerned being privileged few And who knows maybe me to [Hook] Knowledge is Power!!!!! [Part 3] Whoever's more human must have the right to do the abusing I imagine that means you then Or are you men just as clueless Foolish fools, thoughts of a tortured soul Bought for a quarter of gold One little sand nigger slaughter it whole Why not? They don't have souls They love their children less than we do so they are less than equal They abuse women so we kill them cos they are bloody villains That's right, we are the feminists For the women of the world, kill terrorists Liberate them from their burqas They feel more free with their children murdered I know that it sounds absurd but lemme explain it a little bit further We're so superior our missiles whistle until they tickle Little itty bitty grandchildren and make them giggle But their laughter sounds like screaming I told you that they were demons They pretend to be dead to make us feel sad Put bullets in their head to make us look bad But we're never anything other than glad When those that look funny end up in a body bag But if a hair is harmed on Sally or Brad or Even a dog we cry like mad A dog is a man's best friend, not a girl Women are abused all over the world and children are raped Every place, every religion or creed or race Even fathers with daughters, uncles with nieces sweep it under the carpet Rape is a weapon used by power, and we don't wanna look like bastards So manufacture hero complex, a reaction to nuttin' more complex To organise mass rape of the state, don't wanna hear about mass graves Cos I hate to relate to a shade that's darker than you One that prays under a different roof Has less dollars or pounds, crowns or gowns or crowns Fill 'em up with rounds If they mess with the way that things are constructed Obstructing lines of production You can buy anything, liposuction, seduction, just buy it from us, men Buy lies, can't buy truth No-one's selling it there is no use There is no customer base for the product We'd rather buy some celebrity trollop Cos our life is about getting one-up On everybody else that we pass on a come up We don't care what force bring the sun up But lie in the sun every day gettin' bun up Lie to the point that it's part of the culture Tell the truth it's only the result of A double lie Cancelling itself, their pride cancer in itself Cos virus is normality living in a world that is built on vanity More salaries, more calories, more thieving, more charities Picture a Moor on a horse with a chariot speaking some kind of African Arabic Teaching mathematics with Spaniard when maths had not got to Britannia Can you picture mind scripture Thats designed for the mind to enrich you Are you blind can't you find the riddim pratt? Cause your timing alignment is on crack It's hard to be as far off the rhythm as you are, it's like art Hard to have so little charisma, I swear that you try to be shit To make me look even better than Everybody knows that I am already I'm a pedigree that can't be touched like leprosy Have a rapper like The Beatles begging me to let it be And I don't need no referee I play the game on my own, it's my own sport And you can't take a king to his own court You can't take a king to his own court You ain't the throne sort You're the type to rap for five minutes And complain your throat's sore While I'm so sure that my stone jaw Is the coldest on road since '04 But these silly little boys think their so raw Make a bigger bit a noise but we know you're You ain't up the game, you ain't match fit You ain't even got the brain for the tactics You ain't even on the bench you're a ballboy One lickle send out yout so just sit down I am the Big Mic man with the crown Super cat de pon sting with the sound Who are these silly little Wollies? Think they erupt with enough of the guts to be on it Their the version of me that I didn't wanna be I'm the coldest I wrote since Admiral Zheng He I'm the fire in the booth, you a wet rag You ain't the real ting like a step-dad I'm the best so rest where the rest have Don't big up your chest, let your breasts sag I'm the best dad look, I don't even beat my sons I let them shine Even when they got no talent to rhyme Insist on doing it all of the time All of my spine is re-enforced with a kind Of carbon that hardens the thoughts in my mind Of course you will find that I torture a line I'm born with bars, no-one ever taught me to rhyme The portion that's mine, don't touch it Furthermore, don't even discuss it I know that you heard Britain's biggest export is weapons of death That ain't a theory or a guess Take another breath and your country is next Unless you remind 'em whenever you're rhyming You're a beast on the mic with impeccable timing They will think you're in the league that I'm in But that is most absurd I Turn a Stanza to a cancer with banter For those between the gangster and a panther I know you seen me these man dem with their tantrums Like kids when I'm off on a tandem Cos they don't know what a tandem means So rather than use a dictionary they talk shit and badmouth me When I'm only tryina elevate your mind, G But I don't watch that the love is more than a grands worth You should see when I roll through Handsworth Elders see me, cross the road, talk to me and it usually goes We love how you bus up da ting, spread knowledge Bunfire pon them Babylon college We salute you, you're the future All the bigger man have time for them yout deh What I'm saying it that the respect's worth More than the chain on your neck When it's not that it's somebody's mum Saying that she feed me to her son Cos she wanna come get his mind out of the slums Akala is smarter than Arthur your dumb Regardless the bars are retiredly dumb What the raises and the raated a part of my lung Take out a whole clique that chat's do do Pic up a mic, we can see who's who I'm fire in the booth, you dry wood Your flesh best taste quite good So smart but he still move quite hood See him on the road but don't think that I try should That's a wise assessment, kind of like land is a wise investment Especially land that's recently blessed with In excess of one million deaths in And the castle you rest in, that's a next ting Built on the bones and the flesh of the wretched Throne that you pose in, only protected Cos we regret that only deceptive Things that we like, and only reject it When it feels like it's truth were digesting So Get in with a blessed king Whose crown is the rounds that he fought Therefore you ain't gotta deal with the fraud Of all these picanees of whom I'm bored My worst, stronger than their best Aura alone stronger than their flesh All that they known can't compare to his guess Usually don't ever dare to spit next It's clear the reason is fear Even the worst MC has ears But we can't hear where the beat is The time is his flow with the kick and the snare When they hear me they know life ain't fair God bless some and some get air Like these conscious heads that cry That I get big headed and I don't know why Cos I, I have always been this guy Ever since mum sent for the sky I decided that that was too low So I'm astral travelling to another zone You won't ever get on the dog and the bone Cos I don't ever really wanna answer my phone Zone that I'm in is high vibration See the future with mind meditation Your peeps, poor libation For all the peeps that get above their station I place them in the right placement That is to say I erase them Ain't no-one above nor adjacent Still these mugs they want to get feisty But face it they don't really wanna face me I don't run so you can't ever chase me And I been through tings on the pavement But don't beg road fame cos I never made it My uncles, cousins and friends have done everything that yours have mate But I don't tell their story I tell mine That means I'm real and you're fake That said, I don't mind a bit of fiction If you did tell your story well But your raps are dryer than a dead man's top lip After six years of living in hell You meet a nice girl, you just might gel Might be wifey, you can't quite tell You know why? Cos the only bitch in the world Is a man and his ego he hides in a shell Mine is harder than my uncles foot back Who don't even need to wear shoes Who only eats pounded yam and stew With hands like a can on a man, I refuse Who said mum never raised no fools, your mum raised you You're a plonker, a plank, a donut, a tool You make me think that mother nature's cruel Then I get back and remember Life is a gift even when it don't look like it is And everybody thinks that they're cold in a booth Got no friends to show them the truth Put the pen down, become a spectator Go get a day job, there is no shame in it We need doctors and architects Not more crap rappers that are passed their best And if the cap fits you wear it If it fits your friend too share it I know it ain't the role of a parent To take my child's confidence and tear it But it is my role as a father To show my son about life and it's harder When you got a dad named Akala Those are big shoes to fill, be your own man Have you own plan, your own destiny Just don't ever mess with me Preferably bun these fools for their treachery Definitely those that put us in jeopardy Especially foes that wanna pose next to me Nobody ain't testing me It's the versatility that is killing them So road but I teach kids William Listen to my albums I actually write songs And of course the bars are brilliant We can do politics, spirituality Or real life road reality Or do this ting here with straight up vanity Either way, nobody can't battle me Much less shackle me, the maroon One man army, an entire platoon They're like "won't he run out of breath soon?" "How does he do that? Is he human?" Look man, it's the spirit of boukman Back in the flesh in a terrible crook man The law won't like me, ain't it obvious I ain't a paedophile, now a colonist I'm the MC that you don't wanna bother with To gauntlet is thrown down, who's crossing it Hmm, that's what I thought You can have your whole life to retort Still won't think up the things that I thought When I was age four Strach that before I was born In the womb when I was yet to be formed Before that in a past incarnation When I set fire to a thieves plantation Me and Sam Sharpe hid in the cane fields Two weeks straight totally stayed still With nothing but a blade of great steel Jumped on our enemies what a great kill Self defence is not violence it's common sense The first rule of nature, self preservation To let people kill and abuse you is just self hatred Turn the other cheek, why? No-one ever got their freedom that way, lies When the oppressed say an eye for an eye They talk this crap about the world goes blind Just don't attack us in the first place And everything will be just fine In the mean time train hard Read nuff, stay sharp And don't diss the sisters, are you barmy? You are putting down half your army Any evolution without the women in the middle is no revolution at all Trust me you could be back through them all Women were there ready to pop tools But we have become so cowardly that Rather than fight back we attack The only ones that ever had our back And that is a actual fact And I ain't saying that I ain't ever done that I'm just saying that it's time that we bun that So don't put my name in the same sentence As real revolutionaries, I'm offended Real revolutionaries spend their life engaged in revolutionary acts And as cold as I am on the mic Thus far, I just rap That said there is no comparison To cold for the way that I carry on These vultures feed off carrion Come along now, carry on, carry on Roll up roll up, two for a pound Bun down MC's bun whole sound Bun your whole clique I bun the whole town Take a stroll at the speed of sound Who said the speed of light was the fastest thing Never knew the speed of darkness A black hole absorbs all light that there is So how could light ever get past it? I studied the masters and sages Secret teachings of all of the ages I don't know, I can't explain it The knowledge ain't mine yet I radiate it It's why they write sixteen lines And I write an essay that rhymes And I never went uni neither But my mind works just fine In fact no need to be modest My mind's a fine instrument If I'm honest And I promise that I'll show you where the bodies at Burying MC's my lickle hobby that And MC's don't bite me They ain't got the technique to even copy that I think I made my point In a manner that is more than adequate Let's put all the boasting aside I do know that I'm just channeling This thing, what is it? Inspiration, the source of the spirit? Not a man in the sky But a force that animates all things that are living Dali's brush, Akala's lyrics all things Ain't explained by the laws of physics Cos you've been down on your life Don't mean you'll ever be on top of it Cos for this force right here There ain't one that is equal and opposite