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Knowledge Is Power Volume 1 is Akalas latest release since his album titled DoubleThink, as you can tell by the name of the mixtape Akala is back with and armed with more consious hip hop shedding light on the current stage of hip hop, misguided thugs, government bias, social class hierarchy.

The first track starts off with Akala's Fire In The Booth which features akala rapping for over 7 minutes about the modern day hip hop culture touching on ignorance which surrounds 'Being a thug', loss of self worth, forgeting the roots of culture and more.

Akala Fire In The Booth
  • 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

The next track on the album features another conscious rapper who goes by the name of English Frank, the track is titled 'Educated Tug Shit'. The track oozes rebellion, redefining what it means to be a thug - pushing education, self respect and standing up for yourself.

Moving past a couple of tracks we find ourselves at track number 7 titled 'A Message' which focuses on single-parenthood, male supremacy, role of women in society and social conditioning within in the UK. The track is exactly what Akala is about, heart-felt lyrics, speaking on personal experiences and touching on real subjects instead of Gucci & Champagne.

Knowledge Is Power Vol .1 is another great release from Akala and Illa State Records, the album has great lyrics, a flow which I personally think is one of the best within the UK but more importantly the subject matter is focused on real issues within society.

Fire In The Booth by Akala

Fire In The Booth Lyrics

Year of Release: 2012
  • 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, wanting to 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 wont 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 said 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 a
  • rmed 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?
  • Worst jobs, worst conditions
  • Worst taxed, 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 sell 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 and 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 no longer our 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 Malcom 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 6million 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 dinner with no 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 your shackles
  • 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 worshipping money
  • I’m off, back to the study!

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