Comedy Tragedy History

[Verse 1: Akala]

Dat boy Akala's a diamond fella

All you little boys are a Comedy of Errors

You bellow but you fellows get played like

The cello, I'm doing my ting

You're jealous like Othello

Who you? what you gonna do?

All you little boys get Tamed like the Shrew

You're mid-summer dreamin'

Your tunes ain't appealing

I'm Capulet, you're Montague, I ain't feeling

I am the Julius Caesar hear me

The Merchant Of Venice couldn't sell your CD

As for me, All's Well That Ends Well

Your boy's like Macbeth, you're going to Hell

Measure for Measure, I am the best here

You're Merry Wives of Windsor not King Lear

I don't know about Timon

I know he was in Athens

When I come back like Hamlet you pay for your action

[Verse 2]

Dat boy Akala, I do it As You Like It

You're Much Ado About Nothing

All you do is bite it

I'm too tight, I don't need 12 Nights

All you little Tempests get murked on the mic

Of course I'm the one with the force

You're history just like Henry IV

I'm fire, things look dire

Better run like Pericles Prince Of Tyre

Off the scale, cold as a Winter's Tale

Titus Andronicus was bound to fail

So will you if Akala get at ya

That's suicide like Anthony & Cleopatra

Cymbeline was a modern day Bridget Jones

Love's Labours Lost, a woman on her own

She needed Two Gentlemen Of Verona

This is illa State and I am the owner

[Verse 3]

Wise is the man that knows he's a fool

Tempt not a desperate man with a jewel

Why take from Peter to go pay Paul?

Some rise by sin and by virtue fall

What have you made if you gain the whole world

But sell your own soul for the price of a pearl?

The world is my oyster and I am starving

I want much more than a penny or a farthing

I told no joke, I hope you're not laughing

Poet or pauper which do you class him?

Speak eloquent, though I am resident to the gritty inner city

That's surely irrelevant

Call it urban, call it street

A rose by any other name, smell just as sweet

Spit so hard, but I'm smart as the Bard

Come through with a Union Jack for the yard

{verse 4]

Akala, Akala, wherefore art thou?

I'm the black Shakespeare and

The secret's out now

Chance never did crown me, this is destiny

You still talk but it still perplexes me

Devour cowards, thousands per hour

Don't you know the king's name is a tower?

You should never speak it

It is not a secret

I teach thesis, like anicent Greece's

Or Egyptology, never no apology

In my mind's eye, I see things properly

Stopping me, nah you could never possibly

I bear a charmed life, most probably

For certain I put daggers in a phrase

I'll put an end to your dancing days

No matter what you say it will never work

Wrens can't make prey

Where eagles don't perch

I'm the worst with the words

Cos I curse all my verbs

I'm the first with a verse to rehearse with a nurse

There's a hearse for the first jerk who turn berserk

Off with his head, cos it must not work

Ramp with Akala, that is true madness

And there's no method in it, just sadness

I speak with the daggers and the hammers

Of a passion when I'm rappin I attack 'em

In a military fashion the pattern of my rappin

Chattin couldn't ever map it

And I run more rings round things than Saturn

Sick, never slackin' like a pig with a baton

Verses split big kids wigs when I'm rappin

That boy Akala, the black Shakespeare

Didn't want to listen, when I said last year

Rich like a gem in a Ethiope's ear

Tell them again

For them who never hear