Akala - Pre Tour Bars, Just cos lyrics

[Verse 1: Akala] Real supporters like real things so thanks No deal but pa**port bookings are full of stamps So much so, had to get the new one done Your crew run run, every time a new one come Cause a verse from Akala is harder than time in Abu Ghraib With the same sense of injustice, put em to their grave Slaves to a better king, great its American But that ain't impressing em, chains got to bury them I slay with the best of them, pray for the rest of them First immaculate birth since the manger in Bethlehem Three wise men came and gave me the blessings then Head grew bigger for my brain to developing Same as the h**ne, to veins full of melanin sh** that I'm peddalin', it's d**h to your brethren Yes better cherish him the best there has ever been From this side of the pond, I'm a Bond with a better trim But I don't work for MI6, quite the opposite I fight imperialism but couldn't put a stop to it Cause outside of the lyric realm I ain't Superman The world we live in is f**ed, like the bars I spit You don't know the half of it, how much smarter can Arthur get The only joker round here is you, so we laugh at it They tell you that I've mastered it, I'm just practising I always represent my cla** like Thatcher did But I am not a privileged prick of a politician I am the broken home with no pot to piss in So if you stop to listen you would that I'm badder Than any other thing that has ever been made of matter My whole head's gone like I've been shot with a cannon Think I need treatment better check Frantz Fanon Who said it wouldn't happen they lapping up all the knowledge Many other conscious MC's are boring lets just be honest Akala's on some other sh** love... Yes I did just refer to myself in the third person, what a mug But the grub that my belly's now having, I had to scrap em' Every single inch of the way to get it cracking It almost never happened but you decided to back him So the pa**ion that I'm rapping with, they could never fathom Cause their spirit don't feel it, its why their so idiot Want to tempt fate, that's great, lets seal it, I mean it More that any word that you've ever heard For all the street scholars still stuck on the kerb For the road and the pavement, I don't romanticise I see structural poverty and I an*lyse Gentrification f**ing us up We gonna have it? Town planners trying to turn London into Paris A rich white centre with a ring of estates Where all the chavs and the immigrants go. Is that our fate? Just enough poor people left to clean up the dirt Go k** yourselves in the sticks where the shots can't be heard Leave the centre to the civilised people, to improve You know the type that want to have their carnival without coons Move you little paupers; f** your sons and daughters Your lives and your communities are not important We can all pretend that it's just market forces Rather than the social engineering which it of course is They say they don't believe in hand outs, f**ing liars Look how we bailed out the banks and didn't nationalise them You can make it if your enterprising right? Try it, just like I did That's what I'm supposed to say, when you ask me how my life is But that ignores the facts and all the things that I have seen All the blood that's put before my eyes when I was just a teen I ain't being dramatic Or beggin' gangster life Truth is though I did do wrong, I'm living on borrowed time Rappers rhymes starting to sound clever, like they borrowed mine You learn nothing from me it MUST be that you ain't got to sign Ain't got to hide it from them brother if you got a mind Did our people not bleed for the right to read in another time Watch the youths back in Yard, back in Nigeria Do they reject knowledge? Are we serious? So whose culture is it then for us to act foolish? Who we entertaining and serving with our bullsh** With my dreads, with my picky head, with my hoody on Chief up these so called scholars go off and write a song Yeah I think deeply, man is so neeky But still box man in their mouth for getting cheeky Think I'm exceptional? That's not true I'm like most of my brothers that grew up on the Wu I don't respect a lack of honesty or authenticity Ready for anyone think they can talk to me lyrically Physically, I ain't superman nor a ma**ive dude But train everyday like a soldier, what you thought this is? We talk this revolution sh**, and not be super fit How you gonna fight a battle soldier if you ain't used to it Fizzy drinks, packet of crisps, chicken and chips Nah fam, green banana and yam we go HAM Make your sh** stand strong when you're still an old man Check the Rastas in the hills back in Yard you'll understand What's the plan? Keep em dumb and distracted and unhealthy Perfect recipe for keeping themselves wealthy Anywho Murdering mics, daily I duppy, little yuppies, that's to scared of the trenches, I'm forever muddy A roadside brainiac, I've forever studied Couple man mistook me for a prick, look what they discovered I tell jokes all the time, I'm forever funny Ha-bloody-Ha you really thought that I would let you mug it We speak gully cause we're still tuggy Though we, deeper than gullys and we ruin countries And you, needn't have worry cause it's all covered Look how we, feeding them knowledge and they will love it Yeeaah f** your conditioning, rap nitroglycerine Glistening like the top of the pyramids on you invalids We all know who the winner is, don't sh** where your dinner is, Man rap about food but couldn't even finish his You're hungry? I'm starving, look at my ribs inch'ning The baby n' it's bedtime, maybe I should sing to him A sweet little lullaby, put em to sleep It's so peak for the other guy cause he ain't me Most of you speak 'bout the gully side and put me to sleep Cause you're a chief and you cannot rhyme, better believe Uncle Akala is the hardest out Everybody says this And it's no secret why I don't make playlist But tour tickets selling out, novels self published My life's all good, I enjoy my summers But I am what I am, council house, single mother So won't get arrogant from a little bit of abundance As long as I puncture trying to manufacture dry schemes I'm already done with Run through that stage in like seven, I'm on my shaolin monk sh** One finger push up, a blade in the neck Iron shirt, qigong you can't fake the respect Much less, [?] a vet, I'm as brave as cadet In Dessalines army, what the f** you expect? NEEEEEEXXXXT