Akala - Grm Daily (Pompus Peterson) - Freestyle lyrics

[intro] Good Evening Ladies & Gentleman! My name is pompous Peterson and I am heir to the “Print Money When You Like - Fund Genocide at Will” Banking Dynasty And I'll be speaking at the Thieve's Banquet across Great Great Britain from this coming Monday But in the meantime, I would just like to share some thoughts with you on what I think it takes to be a wonderful thief: [Verse 1: Akala (as Pompus Peterson)] Speak proper English, you'll go further The accent of legitimate murder Cos silly boys think they're bad with their burners But I drop sh** from the sky like a bird does You can't duck when I drop my muck or merely say yuck You are totally f**ed When you claim that you body man But I duppy more man than any 'ex shooter' can Cos I went to Eaton and Oxbridge We get it in with the wraps in the boxes These silly boys really think that we're doctors But look closer, we're actually monsters All you chavs and immigrant scum Dare to complain when I drop you a crumb But I ain't having none, no not a bar Cos I pa**ed the bar and the ultimate par When I tell the people 'just work hard and you will go far' No you must learn how to smile as you k** If you want to be like the folks on the hill With the bank full of mil's and a land full of drills We get those spectacular deals so who can f** with me? I'm living in luxury, villa in Tuscany Train full of c**aine And a bunch of little boys yet they put their trust in me Cos I pronounce my T's with E's so they believe my cheese But no brown man with a beard can bomb like me No, never could be! And I bust my gun in a dancehall set speed Quicker than any yardie No brown man with a beard can't bomb like me No, never could be! And I bust my gun in a dancehall set speed Quicker than any yardie could dream You don't really know what it means to be me My soul I dream to redeem No in fact I'm ecstatic cause my bombs they k** democratic Silly paupers can't hack it Bring it to me, who's gonna back it? When I've got beef with a chief I draw from my goons You call them soldiers and police But they are just private security Even though you people pay for them When your protests try to get close to the rich Who keeps you away from them? It's a racket I'm of, you couldn't dream of No tax bracket, I just whip the cream off Green, you must be lean off If you think democracy's what I dream of My ally is Saudi Arabia, I sip tea down in Belgravia And oppose a leader in Africa and support the ma**acres in Papua And that is all before breakfast So I've got no response for the hecklers All over the globe I've got a**holes that hate their own and k** for the throne And I own your manor So mind your manners Which gang-bangers? What bandanas? co*k what hammers? Plus my grammar never stammer Plus my grammar never stammer I own money, I've been getting rich b**h! Ever since 1066 Shout to John Locke and Adam Smith My late homies started this sh** Now everybody wants a part of this sh** But you must know there's an art to this sh** First, you must pronounce your T's with ease So they believe your G's But no brown man with a beard can't bomb like me No, never could be And I bust my gun in a dancehall set speed Quicker than any yardie No brown man with a beard can't bomb like me No, never could be And I bust my gun in a dancehall set speed Quicker than any yardie could dream Touring starts next week Banquet of Thieves, November 19th You'll see that half breed picky haired chap But he can rap [Verse 2: Akala] What's the palava? nobody's harder Than father Akala, I'm smarter than Arthur Rappers talk grease and I grieve them with laughter Of my life, them family don't know that half of.. Like I ain't ever been in a balaclava I'll spar in the ring, bring arms to the master Father, you don't really want nada I'm harder, I'll flow, beat down like Alana Nada Nuff of the coco and garner, when anybody make me a martyr I charter Karma surrounds my aura with armor I'm sure that your “sword?/soul?” “caught boat to the harbor?” On the microphone, a lotta clones But I'm known all over the globe for spittin poems And I am my label Tower of Babel, I can't explain you “mits?” “they rate you?” 10 years grindin' Look how many man are signed or unsigned all of the time and But I'm still shining With nothing but the talent of my rhyming Never did babble about a diamond I'm dabblin' with the finest, travelin with your highness I'll spit a verse, I'm jabbin ‘em with the timin' Of Ali when shufflin at his prime and Your man are doin' nothin, I swear that you're only mimin' Deaf as a bat I'm darker than black A sergeant, marchin' with scars on my back You're a target so you can hardly relax When I pa** you, never had the chance to react Let alone the heart to attack And let that be that I'll see you on tour...