Yo, I don't give a rats arse or rassclaat are your spars hard when your par par
Don't start are your bars hard, have you mastered how to spar with a bastard?
We been dark since the march of the spartans
Before Eve ate the fruit of the garden, I was in pursuit of the truth like a slalom
Dodging these sergeant, slave masters whether they're cuffs or ?
Same shit, different jargon
Same clip, different cartidge
Same whip, different master
Look closer we ain't got past it, the shackles are not tackled they're just different
The cattle rattle and rattle but they collect the dividends
We're fuel for someone else's engine we don't run a damn thing we're just pretending
So all the big talk, don't affect me, my elders licked banks so you can't impress me
With all the talk about another mans gun, which we use to kill each other for fun
When the master sends their overseers to see us we toss the weapon and run
Boydem run in your yard, diss your mother, dashing her knickers all out of the cupboard
They got us face down, with our feet on our necks but we still believe we are vets
But who makes the straps and the scales, who packs the jails so please ask yourself, who's the gangster?
Who owns the planes and the boats that import the coke so please ask yourself, who's the gangster?
Who makes the straps and the scales, who packs the jails so please ask yourself who's the gangster?
Who owns the planes and the boats so please ask yourself...
We blow each others brains, so entertaining
They drop bombs of depleted uranium
You broke the law, you go to prison
They kill a couple million stack a billion
Business as usual, death on the colonies
What is that but state to state armed robbery?
It's just a road move on a bigger level
We think we are mountains but we're just pebbles
Better yet ? pop a little champagne but people in the south of France are not our fans mate
We love to live nice and happy too
But ask yourself this does anyone you know control the flow of capital
The answer is no
And if you knew the business deals man are negotiating
You would know you could never ever claim that I'm hating
Vegan cuz, but I get the bacon, and eggs just fine in case you're mistaken
But if I don't like that, I don't like that
Grew up on big yout and Gregory Isaacs
No suprise that, revolution on my track
Has been right there from right back
Sacred geometry, don't follow me
Still just an angry yout that spits horribly
I'm trying to live peaceful, I remember what happened the last time I lost my temper
And believe I'm not trying to be hard
The abuse that I suffered, I'm emotionally scarred
I'm supposed to be ? holding the bars
Instead I'm a professor that never went to class
I write literature, they write bars
The Celtic warrior, Maroon from yard
So when you compare me to these little tarts
All you are showing is you're not very smart
Real mc, it's my culture
Grew up on the sound systems with the toasters
You man are foot down, it's third gear to me
Tenth planet, ain't not another on near to me
When I orbit, cliques forfeit
Corset flow my yout don't force it
Or try rush man off as just concious
Come out my face with that nonsense
Thug revolution, that's what it is
Never do we run from one of these kids
If we ain't shook of the owners of the plantation, why would we run from a slave?
We've all got goons that love us enough to wanna die for us so just behave
Cause man are old school, straighteners
One, two, one, two face of the haters
Chasing the papers? Na
Man are chasing freedom but papers I'm making
They're blatantly shaking and quaking in their boots
Anytime we talk about breaking enslavement
So I do feel like Neyo in the Matrix
Cause I don't understand, why everybody's so scared of the agents
When they are powerless blatant
Got a little bit, but I put it on the line
Listen to the shit that I spit in my rhymes
Ali at his prime, principle first
Even if that means I don't get heard
Cause the heards are absurd
They're hating the nerd, but the nerds controlling the face of the Earth
So I tell man so straight on my nerves, I'll duppy a track at my worst
Cold as a blizzard in a furnace
The wizard of a wordsmith
? that I chisselled in stone, perfect
Ask for yourself on the road, they'll tell you Akala is cold
He kicks knowledge for the block
Never gonna stop
The progression of my albums never gonna flop
When that shits on, it starts to ?
This whole things chess, and everyone has to celebrate the fact that we are just pawns
But man are not on it, the last thing they want is man with road energy
To stop killing one another and think cleverly
And ask why you're living, where you're living, how you're living
Did you create the condition, that you were raising your kid in?
If you didn't who did it?
Is it really for the hood if our oppressors like our lyrics
Only by crushing your aspirations can we maintain this ? situation
Only by crushing the dreams of your kids quick, can we keep our unearned privilege