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[Intro] Yo What's going on people Akala, SBTV Knowledge is power, listen Yo, yo [Verse] Sorry kids let me apologize before I go further Unfortunately I don’t rap about how many man I've have murdered And you may find it boring, appalling and I ain’t scoring braps From your little rat packs for just stating facts Lack not the ability to kill a man lyrically Just thought that killing should not be glorified, silly me Apparently murdering man has become an aspiration But what would happen if you reversed the situation? Black rappers claiming they clap a black in the face Talked about killing white people as much, would he still get embraced? Or would you find the applauding would quickly turn to appalling You got no career by the next morning I ain’t saying you should do that True that would be just as dumb I am just pointing out how absurd that it has become If a Chinese rapper were to say die ‘Chink’ die Everybody would be like ‘What is wrong with this guy?’ But some of us have become so accustomed to just behave disgusting We think it’s just our behavior and it ain’t worth discussing Or worse yet that it is cultural expression But who owns Baretta? and who owns Smith and Wesson? Who owns the car you’re driving that you think’s defining who you are Running from yourself you’ll find there is no hiding So, boast about your Prada and your Christian Dior Still security will follow you when you’re in the store You can boast about your platinum chains and your diamond rings While kids in Sierra Leone keep on losing limbs Act like you got no brain and you ain’t got no shame and say so what I am getting dough But you’re pawns in a game They are laughing at the little coons Who really think they are goons Real goons don’t wear platinum chains they wear ties and suits They don’t live in estates and sell flake They invade with guns and tanks and take your whole state, mate So pardon me if I don’t find it funny You boast about it but do you even know what is money? See it’s hard to act dumb when you have read a couple hundred books But still in anybody’s hood so tell me who is shook? When you have been to Brazil and stood in favela streets Next to kids holding hand grenades and M16s When you come back to London it ain’t serious The ghetto's in our head, we are delirious If you lived in a real slum without food or running water Where police drive by and kill sons and daughters You would give your right arm for the chance to go to school Instead what do we do? The killer the trigger they play the fool I ain’t saying school is the answer, educate yourself See it’s not the money you make, you are the wealth I ain’t saying we ain’t got a struggle right here in Britain But you’re taught to act inferior and play position perfectly It’s disturbing me, the verbal murder be absurd to me Occurred to me if you have not heard of me It’s probably because I do not rap about hoochy and booty Quite enough for the urban scene to fully salute me But I don’t really care, I’m too busy writing my master thesis It’s hard to play the stereotype when you study Egypt Plus urban scene we’re racist to ourselves Elevating words of hate we’re merely hating ourselves And if you are musically broad or dare to speak intelligent People look at you like who the hell you think you are better than I’m better than no-one on this earth and I know I’m not But I refuse to play small just to fit in your box And I don’t hate none of these other rappers In fact it’s quite the other Look at me as your bigger wiser older brother And as a brother should I tell you you’re in trouble If they clap when you’re talking of killing do they really love you? If record label bosses kids were dying, would they sell us violence As quickly as they are ready to desensitise us? They tell you to shit on your floor, holding all the scoops Throw you a bone like a dog jumping through a hoop Don’t take it as a compliment because it is not that If I tell you that you’re African you tell me it’s not that Humanity is African even if not black The truth can be painful Shh, better stop that It’s so inconvenient For those at the top that you talk too much truth, you might just get popped at And if women are such hoes that we do not want to kiss them What does it say about us that we still want to put our dick in? I’m done with the lies third eye open wide, the tougher that you act, the weaker you really feel inside So all the killer the trigger and when we call ourselves And want platinum chains bigger than jigga’s It’s just to run from the fact that we feel insecure Get as many things as you want but it can not restore The core of who you are truly that will surpass beauty That comes from knowledge of yourself and a sense of duty That comes from knowledge of yourself and a sense of duty That comes from knowledge of yourself and a sense of duty So all my brothers pretending that we are thugs Know if we are honest we just want to be loved But we feel that we are not worthy and that we are not smart So we act aggressive to protect our fragile little hearts But we’ve got to deal with this pain or it will consume That’s enough honesty now lets resume… Turn this off go back to rappers that tell you kill But inside of yourself you know that this is real Akala here on SBTV, double think coming soon, check the CD Akala here on SBTV, double think, May 3rd check the CD If you want a little knowledge bigger than college I promise you the metaphoric's that will offer you solace like… The Great Pyramid alone 2.3 million stones If you took them apart and placed them in a row They would stretch 2/3 of the way around the earth That is more stone that there is in every single British church Each stone cut to a degree of accuracy of 1/1000 of an inch Well what does that mean? In 1978 the Japanese ran an experiment to rebuild them with modern technology and failed terribly But anyway that’s enough for today