Akala - Comedy Tragedy History lyrics

Dat boy Akala's a diamond fella All you little boys are a comedy of errors You bellow but you fellows get played like The cello, I'm doing my ting You're jealous like Othello. Who you? what you gonna do? All you little boys get Tamed like the Shrew You're mid-summer dreamin' Your tunes aren't appealing I'm Capulet, you're Montague, I ain't feeling I am the Julius Caesar hear me The Merchant Of Venice couldn't sell your CD As for me, All's Well That Ends Well Your boy's like Macbeth, you're going to Hell Measure for Measure, I am the best here You're Merry Wives of Windsor not King Lear I don't know about Timon I know he was in Athens When I come back like Hamlet you pay for your action Dat boy Akala, I do it As You Like You're Much Ado About Nothing All you do is bite it I'm too tight, I don't need 12 knights All you little Tempests get murked on the mic Of course I'm the one with the force You're history like Henry IV I'm fire, things look dire Better run like Pericles Prince Of Tyre Off the scale, cold as a Winter's Tale Titus Andronicus was bound to fail So will you if Akala get at ya That's suicide like Anthony & Cleopatra Cymbeline was a modern day Bridget Jones Love's labours lost, a woman on her own She needed Two Gentlemen Of Verona This is Illa State and I am the owner Wise is the man that knows he's a fool Tempt not a desperate man with a j**el Why take from Peter to go pay Paul Some rise by sin and by virtue fall What have you made if you gain the whole world But sell your own soul for the price of a pearl The world is my oyster and I am starving I want much more than a penny or a farthing I told no joke, I hope you're not laughing Poet or pauper which do you cla** him Speak eloquent, though I am resident to the gritty inner city That's surely irrelevant Call it urban, call it street A rose by any other name, smell just as sweet Spit so hard, but I'm smart as the Bard Come through with a Union Jack, full of yard Akala, Akala, where for art thou? I am the black Shakespearian The secret's out now Chance never did crown me, this is destiny You still talk but it still perplexes me Devour cowards, thousands per hour Don't you know the king's name is a tower You should never speak it It is not a secret I teach thesis, like anicent Greece's Or Egyptology, never no apology In my minds eye, I see things properly Stopping me, nah you could never probably I bare a charmed life, most probably For certain I put daggers in a phrase I'll put an end to your dancing days No matter what you say it will never work Wrens can't prey Where eagles don't perch I'm the worst with th words Cos I curse all my verbs I'm the first with a verse to rehearse with a nurse There's a hearse for the first jerk who turn berserk Off with his head, cos it must not work Ramp with Akala, that's true madness And there's no method in it, just sadness I speak with daggers and the hammers Of a pa**ion when I'm rappin I attack 'em In a military fashion the pattern of my rappin chattin couldn't ever map it And I run more rings round things than Saturn Verses split big kids wigs when I'm rappin That boy Akala, the black Shakespeare Did not want to listen, when I said last year Rich like a gem in Ethiope's ear Tell them again For them who never hear