Akala – Shakespeare Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- Nigger listen, when i spit on the riddem, I kill em,
- raw like the Ball of Brazilians,
- you don't war, cor the kids brilliant,
- blood, im the heir to the throne,
- not William, Akala, smart as King Arthur,
- darker, harder, faster,
- rasclaat, I kick the illa shit,
- it's like Shakespeare, with a nigger twist,
- lyricist, im the best on the road,
- nitro flow, oh-so-cold, I'ma blow yo,
- keep the hoes, I only want dough homes,
- nobody close, I'm alone in my own zone,
- no no love for the po-po,
- loco when I rock mics solo,
- I hope that you know, where you don't go thoe,
- want it with Bolo? Must be coco,
- its William back from the dead,
- but I rap bout gats and I'm black instead,
- it's Shakespeare, reincarnated,
- except I spit flows and strip hoes naked,
- no fakin'-test my blood bruv,
- its William, back as a tug cuz,
- so real the shit I kick now,
- plus I don't rite, I recite my shit now,
- straight from the top, expert timin'
- on top of that now, the whole things rhymin'
- no more tights, now jeans saggin'
- if I say so myself, I'm much more handsome,
- don't ever compare me to rappers,
- I'm so quick-witted that I split em like fractions,
- my shit, I tell em like this...
- It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist...
Chorus
- I get you pumped up,
- feelin' like you drunk drunk,
- when my beats bump bump,
- lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
- all the shit I kick, so crazy,
- there ain't no ifs and maybe's,
- spit poetry so shady,
- for lords on road and my hood ladies,
- pumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk,
- when my beats bump bump,
- lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
- all the shit I kick, so crazy,
- there ain't no ifs and maybe's,
- spit poetry so shady,
- for lords on road and my hood ladies.
Verse 2
- I'm similar to William, but a little different,
- I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth,
- stuck on the road, faces screwed up,
- feel like the world spat em out, and they
- chewed up,
- it's a matrix, I try and explain it,
- but on a real thoe still ready blaze em,
- no contradiction just face it,
- they so enslaved, they are worse than a agent,
- I grace stages, sharp as razors,
- don't get cut cuz, keep ya distance,
- no artillery, tryna' be militant,
- ya'll dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it,
- its embarrassing watchin you babblin,
- keep spittin ya darts, mine is javelins,
- the hood Tiger Woods too milly,
- number 1 for so long, its just getting' silly,
- shit kinda like Bruce wit da knuckles,
- like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle,
- you don't trouble, left layin in a puddle,
- bruv you are havin a bubble,
- ima whole different kettle of fish,
- thou shall not fuck with dis,
- my shit, I tell em like this...
- Its like Shakespeare with a nigger tiwst.
- Chorus
- I get you pumped up,
- feelin' like you drunk drunk,
- when my beats bump bump,
- lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
- all the shit I kick, so crazy,
- there ain't no ifs and maybe's,
- spit poetry so shady,
- for lords on road and my hood ladies,
- pumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk,
- when my beats bump bump,
- lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
- all the shit I kick, so crazy,
- there ain't no ifs and maybe's,
- spit poetry so shady,
- for lords on road and my hood ladies.
Verse 3
- To be fair, no MC close to the man,
- little just come yout's jumpin out of they pram,
- everybody badman, behind a mic stand,
- its not creative, one bag of hype, and
- if you buss a ting, where's the mash?
- Move so much food? Where's the cats?
- These dudes ain't real, they just rap,
- I don't spit what I don't know,
- Just the facts,
- no talks of rocks I ain't sold,
- shots I ain't blown,
- my business ridiculous,
- sick with it, quick witted,
- companies head to head an liquidate it,
- welcome to illa state, meet ya fate mate,
- talk truth but we don't play games,
- move sick, look sample techno,
- never pull a ting, if it ain't gonna let go,
- that's that, rap track,
- clap ya like a black gat,
- back chat, crack back,
- I'm the nigger, that's that,
- the rest of these kids is irrelevant,
- don't compare me to him,
- that's just beggin' it,
- im on my own shit,
- dicks ain't spit,
- its no democracy, dictatorship,
- so dicks hate my shit,
- im sick, raise ya spliff,
- im swift, blaze em quick,
- my hits, major shit,
- I flip phrases quick,
- my sick razor shit,
- give thick grazes quick,
- and chicks say he's cris,
- its not a rumour,
- that kid Akala,
- no not "Ack-a-la", beg ya pardon,
- don't get it twisted,
- your on the sideline like a mistress,
- I'm the whizzkid, with the sick shit,
- my shit, I tell em like this,
- it's like Shakespeare, with a nigger twist.