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 nigger 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 kill them cos they are bloody villains

That’s right, we are the feminists

For the women of the world, kill 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 look 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 bastards

So manufacture hero complex, a reaction to nuttin’ more complex

Than organised mass rape of the state, don’t wanna hear about mass 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 grounds

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 pass on the 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 to a Spaniard when maths had not got to Britannia

 

Can you picture mind scripture

That’s designed for the mind to enrich ya?

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 shit?

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 they’re 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 lickle 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 wolleys?

Think they erupt with enough of the guts to be on it

They’re the version of me that I didn’t wanna be

I’m the coldest  on road 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 breasts 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 they’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 shit 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 ya, you a da 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 you dumb?

Regardless the bars are retardedly dumb

What the rass 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’re dry wood

Chew your flesh it 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 assessment, 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

Though they can’t hear where the beat is

The time their 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 said aim 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 creeps 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

With 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 hell

You meet a nice girl, you just might gel

Might be wifey, you can’t quite tell

You know why? Cos the only bitch in the world

Is a man and this ego we have as a shell

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 crap rappers that are passed 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

Nobody ain’t testing me

It’s the versatility that is killing 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, nobody 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, nor 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

Scratch 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 kill

 

Self defence is not violence it’s common sense

The first rule of nature, self preservation

To let people kill 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 crap 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 read 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 lickle 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 channelling

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

Courtesy of Illa State Records