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 nigga 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