The flow's complex You need music theory to see what is coming next The crotchets and minus the riddims I will devour You botched it but I'm k**in a million villains an hour Sour are the faces of racists who face the power Even though they chat a shower of sh**, they're really cowards So if I do allow it to hit, you man are out I'm more unconscious than you are already you ain't about it So just allow it Don't stand the f** up, nah have a seat If you're so road then go back to the street But never, rap on a beat you're crap I promise Your friends are not your friends cos clearly they are not honest You can trust uncle Akala to keep it real And cos I signed myself I'm always keepin the deal Ain't been on commercial radio since 2006 Performed in 50 countries since so Who gives a sh**, huh?