Stand Up

[Intro: Akala] UK... Stand up Akala It's Not A Rumour, blud [Verse 1: Akala] All my people, wherever in britain Bro I know the flows cold Let me know that you feel it And I know the roads slow but your ready to kill me Cause I feel that same pain, hear the lyrics I'm spittin? Critics ask why I don't smile, they gotta be kiddin Little kids'll blow your head off, just to say that they did it I'm in the streets one deep, these villains think that I'm slippin Nah bruv, I don't care bout none of you spitters If your real then your feelin' it Nah, I don't give a shit Respect the message nigga, illa state records British flag, yard colours cause tell me where my Head is First time you saw me, iwas screamin' fuck the Police' Next I came I change the whole game in the streets These wollys still tryna' catch up with war, I Bang harder, Father, 'roll wid us' huh, iain't even started... [Hook 1:] Moss side... stand up... Longside... stand up... Hansworth... stand up... Aston... stand up Newtown... stand up... London... stand up Anywhere, everywhere all my people stand up St.pauls... stand up... Chapeltown... stand up... Luton... stand up... London... stand up... Anywhere, everywhere all my people stand up! ' [Verse 2: Akala] All my tugs stand up, fist in the sky Girls too... hands high, now your chillin' with I Mr.brazilian, so of course the womaen is feelin'him Lyrics is brilliant, no question, illa state england I ain't watchin' the states neither, their whole Shit's tired, All the great rappers is either dead or retired All these soppy cunts, talkin' bout bitches n' Blunts, How much your chain cost, and you bustin' ya gun And you can't spit, your sticks, ya get hang a box in The chops, Silly boys can't bang with me, fools can't hangwith me I dont really care unless it's paper or my family Home's this is the roads and there's only one Strategy, Though I hate my reality, it's just way it has to be [Hook 2:] Coventry... stand up bradford... stand up... Wolftown... stand up... glasgow... stand up Cardiff... stand up... London... stand up Anywhere everywhere, all my people stand up! Derby... stand up... Leicester... stand up... Newcastle stand up... Sheffield... stand up... Belfast... stand up... London... stand up Anywhere, everywhere, all my people stand up! [Verse 3: Akala] I talk alot, but idon't conversate with punks Try so hard to teach but ya man dem are dunce Don't learn when the shit happen Burn when the clap em This is not a perm, but you worms get a relaxin' My reaction, only in a street fashion I am not bulletproof- could get my melon Splattered, So I stay ready, spread positive energy But I know full well couple prars wanna bury me No reason, just cause, that's the negativity How could you be a nigga-not feelin' my delivery? Lyrically, my ability, rippin' up killa's viciously Spitter's that wanna mimic me Stickin' them where the spirits be, huh Pretty boy akala, move like a ape Skinny, but ipush plates, like I'm fresh off a 8 Ah mate, so you relly shoulk sty in ya lane Only spitter on my level got the same last name