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akala - fire in the booth part 3 lyrics
whoever’s more human must have the right to do the abusing
i imagine that means you then
or are you men just as clueless
foolish fools, thoughts of a tortured soul
bought for a quarter of gold
one little sand n-gga slaughter it whole
why not? they don’t have souls
they love their children less than we do so they are less than equal
they abuse women so we k!ll them cos they are bl–dy villains
that’s right, we are the feminists
for the women of the world, k!ll terrorists
liberate them from their burqas
they feel more free with their children murdered
i know that it sounds absurd but lemme explain it a little bit further
we’re so superior our missiles whistle until they tickle
little itty bitty grandchildren and make them giggle
but their laughter sounds like screaming i told you that they were demons
they pretend to be dead to make us feel sad
put bullets in their head to make us feel bad
but we’re never anything other than glad
when those that look funny end up in a body bag
but if a hair is harmed on sally or brad or
even a dog we cry like mad
a dog is a man’s best friend, not a girl
women are abused all over the world and children are raped
every place, every religion or creed or race
even fathers with daughters, uncles with nieces sweep it under the carpet
rape is a weapon used by power, and we don’t wanna look like b-st-rds
so manufacture hero complex, a reaction to nuttin’ more complex
to organise m-ss rape in a state, don’t wanna hear about m-ss graves
cos i hate to relate to a shade that’s darker than you
one that prays under a different roof
has less dollars or pounds, crowns or gowns or crowns
fill ’em up with rounds
if they mess with the way that things are constructed
obstructing lines of production
you can buy anything, liposuction, seduction, just buy it from us, men
buy lies, can’t buy truth
no-one’s selling it there is no use
there is no customer base for the product
we’d rather buy some celebrity trollop
cos our life is about getting one-up
on everybody else that we p-ss on a come up
we don’t care what force bring the sun up
but lie in the sun every day gettin’ bun up
lie to the point that it’s part of the culture
tell the truth it’s only the result of
a double lie
cancelling itself, their pride cancer in itself
cos virus is normality living in a world that is built on vanity
more salaries, more calories, more thieving, more charities
picture a moor on a horse with a chariot speaking some kind of african arabic
teaching mathematics with spaniard when maths had not got to britannia
can you picture mind scripture
thats designed for the mind to enrich you
are you blind can’t you find the riddim pratt?
cause your timing alignment is on crack
it’s hard to be as far off the rhythm as you are, it’s like art
hard to have so little charisma, i swear that you try to be sh-t
to make me look even better than
everybody knows that i am already
i’m a pedigree that can’t be touched like leprosy
have a rapper like the beatles begging me to let it be
and i don’t need no referee
i play the game on my own, it’s my own sport
and you can’t take a king to his own court
you can’t take a king to his own court
you ain’t the throne sort
you’re the type to rap for five minutes
and complain your throat’s sore
while i’m so sure that my stone jaw
is the coldest on road since ’04
but these silly little boys think their so raw
make a bigger bit a noise but we know you’re
you ain’t up the game, you ain’t match fit
you ain’t even got the brain for the tactics
you ain’t even on the bench you’re a ballboy
one l1ckle send out yout so just sit down
i am the big mic man with the crown
super cat de pon sting with the sound
who are these silly little
wollies?
think they erupt with enough of the guts to be on it
their the version of me that i didn’t wanna be
i’m the coldest i wrote since admiral zheng he
i’m the fire in the booth, you a wet rag
you ain’t the real ting like a step-dad
i’m the best so rest where the rest have
don’t big up your chest, let your br–sts sag
i’m the best dad look, i don’t even beat my sons
i let them shine
even when they got no talent to rhyme
insist on doing it all of the time
all of my spine is re-enforced with a kind
of carbon that hardens the thoughts in my mind
of course you will find that i torture a line
i’m born with bars, no-one ever taught me to rhyme
the portion that’s mine, don’t touch it
furthermore, don’t even discuss it
i know that you heard
britain’s biggest export is weapons of death
that ain’t a theory or a guess
take another breath and your country is next
unless you remind ’em whenever you’re rhyming
you’re a beast on the mic with impeccable timing
they will think you’re in the league that i’m in
but that is most absurd
i turn a stanza to a cancer with banter
for those between the gangster and a panther
i know you seen me these man dem with their tantrums
like kids when i’m off on a tandem
cos they don’t know what a tandem means
so rather than use a dictionary they talk sh-t and badmouth me
when i’m only tryina elevate your mind, g
but i don’t watch that the love is more than a grands worth
you should see when i roll through handsworth
elders see me, cross the road, talk to me and it usually goes
we love how you bus up da ting, spread knowledge
bunfire pon them babylon college
we salute you, you’re the future
all the bigger man have time for them yout deh
what i’m saying it that the respect’s worth
more than the chain on your neck
when it’s not that it’s somebody’s mum
saying that she feed me to her son
cos she wanna come get his mind out of the slums
akala is smarter than arthur your dumb
regardless the bars are retiredly dumb
what the raises and the raated a part of my lung
take out a whole clique that chat’s do do
pic up a mic, we can see who’s who
i’m fire in the booth, you dry wood
your flesh best taste quite good
so smart but he still move quite hood
see him on the road but don’t think that i try should
that’s a wise -ssessment, kind of like land is a wise investment
especially land that’s recently blessed with
in excess of one million deaths in
and the castle you rest in, that’s a next ting
built on the bones and the flesh of the wretched
throne that you pose in, only protected
cos we regret that only deceptive
things that we like, and only reject it
when it feels like it’s truth were digesting
so
get in with a blessed king
whose crown is the rounds that he fought
therefore you ain’t gotta deal with the fraud
of all these picanees of whom i’m bored
my worst, stronger than their best
aura alone stronger than their flesh
all that they known can’t compare to his guess
usually don’t ever dare to spit next
it’s clear the reason is fear
even the worst mc has ears
but we can’t hear where the beat is
the time is his flow with the kick and the snare
when they hear me they know life ain’t fair
god bless some and some get air
like these conscious heads that cry
that i get big headed and i don’t know why
cos i, i have always been this guy
ever since mum sent for the sky
i decided that that was too low
so i’m astral travelling to another zone
you won’t ever get on the dog and the bone
cos i don’t ever really wanna answer my phone
zone that i’m in is high vibration
see the future with mind meditation
your peeps, poor libation
for all the peeps that get above their station
i place them in the right placement
that is to say i erase them
ain’t no-one above nor adjacent
still these mugs they want to get feisty
but face it they don’t really wanna face me
i don’t run so you can’t ever chase me
and i been through tings on the pavement
but don’t beg road fame cos i never made it
my uncles, cousins and friends have done everything that yours have mate
but i don’t tell their story i tell mine
that means i’m real and you’re fake
that said, i don’t mind a bit of fiction
if you did tell your story well
but your raps are dryer than a dead man’s top lip
after six years of living in h-ll
you meet a nice girl, you just might gel
might be wifey, you can’t quite tell
you know why? cos the only b-tch in the world
is a man and his ego he hides in a sh-ll
mine is harder than my uncles foot back
who don’t even need to wear shoes
who only eats pounded yam and stew
with hands like a can on a man, i refuse
who said mum never raised no fools, your mum raised you
you’re a plonker, a plank, a donut, a tool
you make me think that mother nature’s cruel
then i get back and remember
life is a gift even when it don’t look like it is
and everybody thinks that they’re cold in a booth
got no friends to show them the truth
put the pen down, become a spectator
go get a day job, there is no shame in it
we need doctors and architects
not more cr-p rappers that are p-ssed their best
and if the cap fits you wear it
if it fits your friend too share it
i know it ain’t the role of a parent
to take my child’s confidence and tear it
but it is my role as a father
to show my son about life and it’s harder
when you got a dad named akala
those are big shoes to fill, be your own man
have you own plan, your own destiny
just don’t ever mess with me
preferably bun these fools for their treachery
definitely those that put us in jeopardy
especially foes that wanna pose next to me
n0body ain’t testing me
it’s the versatility that is k!lling them
so road but i teach kids william
listen to my albums i actually write songs
and of course the bars are brilliant
we can do politics, spirituality
or real life road reality
or do this ting here with straight up vanity
either way, n0body can’t battle me
much less shackle me, the maroon
one man army, an entire platoon
they’re like “won’t he run out of breath soon?”
“how does he do that? is he human?”
look man, it’s the spirit of boukman
back in the flesh in a terrible crook man
the law won’t like me, ain’t it obvious
i ain’t a paedophile, now a colonist
i’m the mc that you don’t wanna bother with
to gauntlet is thrown down, who’s crossing it
hmm, that’s what i thought
you can have your whole life to retort
still won’t think up the things that i thought
when i was age four
strach that before i was born
in the womb when i was yet to be formed
before that in a past incarnation
when i set fire to a thieves plantation
me and sam sharpe hid in the cane fields
two weeks straight totally stayed still
with nothing but a blade of great steel
jumped on our enemies what a great k!ll
self defence is not violence it’s common sense
the first rule of nature, self preservation
to let people k!ll and abuse you is just self hatred
turn the other cheek, why?
no-one ever got their freedom that way, lies
when the oppressed say an eye for an eye
they talk this cr-p about the world goes blind
just don’t attack us in the first place
and everything will be just fine
in the mean time train hard
read nuff, stay sharp
and don’t diss the sisters, are you barmy?
you are putting down half your army
any evolution without the women in the middle is no revolution at all
trust me you could be back through them all
women were there ready to pop tools
but we have become so cowardly that
rather than fight back we attack
the only ones that ever had our back
and that is a actual fact
and i ain’t saying that i ain’t ever done that
i’m just saying that it’s time that we bun that
so don’t put my name in the same sentence
as real revolutionaries, i’m offended
real revolutionaries spend their life engaged in revolutionary acts
and as cold as i am on the mic
thus far, i just rap
that said there is no comparison
to cold for the way that i carry on
these vultures feed off carrion
come along now, carry on, carry on
roll up roll up, two for a pound
bun down mc’s bun whole sound
bun your whole clique i bun the whole town
take a stroll at the speed of sound
who said the speed of light was the fastest thing
never knew the speed of darkness
a black hole absorbs all light that there is
so how could light ever get past it?
i studied the masters and sages
secret teachings of all of the ages
i don’t know, i can’t explain it
the knowledge ain’t mine yet i radiate it
it’s why they write sixteen lines
and i write an essay that rhymes
and i never went uni neither
but my mind works just fine
in fact no need to be modest
my mind’s a fine instrument if i’m honest
and i promise that i’ll show you where the bodies at
burying mc’s my l1ckle hobby that
and mc’s don’t bite me
they ain’t got the technique to even copy that
i think i made my point
in a manner that is more than adequate
let’s put all the boasting aside
i do know that i’m just channeling
this thing, what is it?
inspiration, the source of the spirit?
not a man in the sky
but a force that animates all things that are living
dali’s brush, akala’s lyrics all things
ain’t explained by the laws of physics
cos you’ve been down on your life
don’t mean you’ll ever be on top of it
cos for this force right here
there ain’t one that is equal and opposite
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