Don't get it twisted There ain't no ifs and maybes Feel like the world spat 'em out and they chewed up Loco when I rock mic solo There ain't no ifs and maybes I'm sick, raise ya spliff Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blud, now Spit poetry so shady
Keep spittin ya darts, mines is javelins There ain't no ifs and maybe's Don't get cut cuz, keep ya distance When I spit on the rhythm I kill 'em, Raasclaat, I kick the Illa shit It's like Shakespeare with a nigga twist To be fair, no MC close to the man Akala, smart as King Arthur The rest of these kids is irrelevant For lords on road and my hood ladies When my beats bump bump I grace stages, sharp as razors Pumped up Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blud, now Your on the sideline like a mistress Its William, back as a thug cuz Just the facts [Verse 2:] My shit, I tell em like this
I'm so quick-witted that I split 'em like fractions It's like Shakespeare with a nigga twist, I get you pumped up It's William, back from the dead I grace stages, sharp as razors When my beats bump bump Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now No artillery, tryna' be militant Bruv you are havin' a bubble Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Nigga Listen, I'm so quick-witted that I split 'em like fractions I'm the whizzkid, with the sick shit Shots I ain't blown Must be coco Don't ever compare me to rappers That's that, rap track Spit poetry so shady Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blud, now He went into (I wanna say Sky News, mighta been BBC) for a discussion.
My hits, major shit It's not creative, one bag of hype, and It's William, just back as a tug cuz I'm a whole different kettle of fish All the shit I kick so crazy About “Shakespeare” 2 contributors Track Four off of Akala’s debut album, ‘It’s Not A Rumour’, released on his own label, Illastate Records. If you buss your ting, where's the mash? This video was on the news out in the UK. So real the shit I kick now Like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle Its not creative, one bag of hype, and Don't compare me to him Feelin' like you drunk drunk Shit kinda like Bruce wit da knuckles Lyricist, I'm the best on the road There ain't no ifs and maybes That's just beggin' it Raw like the Ball of Brazilians [Verse 3:]
No more tights, now jeans sagging Companies head to head an I liquidate it Stuck on the road, faces screwed up Talk truth but we don't play games Plus I don't write, I recite my shit now It's like Shakespeare, with a nigga twist When my beats bump bump I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth These dudes ain't real, they just rap Little just come yout's jumpin out of they pram Move sick, look, sample techno Everybody badman, behind a mic stand Where's the cats?
Pumped up Stuck on the road, faces screwed up So cold and I know my own I don't spit what I don't know No no love for the po-po The hood Tiger Woods too milly On a real though still ready to blaze 'em, no contradiction It's not "Ack-a-la", beg ya pardon No fakin'-test my blood bruv This video was on the news out in the UK. Spit poetry so shady, for lords on road and my hood ladies Feelin' like you drunk drunk It's William back from the dead, but I rap bout gats and I'm black instead I get you pumped up They so enslaved, they are worse than a agent And chicks say he's Chris Don't get it twisted My business ridiculous My shit, I tell 'em like this Feelin' like you drunk drunk No talks of rocks I ain't sold, shots I ain't blown All the shit I kick, so crazy Never pull a ting, if it ain't gonna let go It's a matrix, I try and explain it Dicks ain't spit Feel like the world spat 'em out, and they chewed up When my beats bump bump
Straight from the top, expert timing Don't get cut cuz, keep ya distance Lyrics to 'Shakespeare' by Akala.
My shit, I tell em like this Y'all dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now
Talk truth but we don't play games No fakin', test my blood bruv On top of that, now the whole things rhymin' Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blud, now There ain't no ifs and maybes Its no democracy, dictatorship Raw like the ball of Brazillians, That's that, rap track There ain't no ifs or maybes So dicks hate my shit Everybody badman, behind a mic stand It's not a rumour
Welcome to illa state, meet ya fate mate Move so much food? Sick with it, quick witted
Nitro flow, oh so cold I'mma blow yo Give thick grazes quick You don't trouble, left layin in a puddle If I say so myself, I'm much more handsome I'm the whizzkid, with the sick shit Rasclaat, I kick that illa shit Lyricist, I'm the best on the road I flip phrases quick But on a real thoe still ready blaze em Loco when I rock mics solo Little just come youts jumpin' out of they pram All the shit I kick, so crazy
I'm on my own shit My sick razor shit Thou shall not fuck with dis For lords on road and my hood ladies Feelin' like you drunk drunk I don't spit what I don't know, just the facts
On top of that now the whole thing's rhyming For lords on road and my hood ladies It's like Shakespeare, with a nigga twist Nigga Listen, When I spit on the rhythm I kill 'em, Raw like the ball of Brazillians, You don't want war, cor, the kid's brilliant, Blud, I'm the heir to the throne, not William, True story bro. I flip phrases quick Welcome to illa state, meet ya fate mate But I rap about gats and I'm black instead Straight from the top, expert timin' Nobody close, I'm alone in my own zone Keep the hoes, I only want dough homes I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth No more tights, now jeans saggin' I'm sick, raise ya spliff Blood, I'm the heir to the throne, not William Spit poetry so shady, for lords on road and my hood ladies Your on the sideline like a mistress Feelin' like you drunk drunk It's embarrassing watchin' you babblin' It's Shakespeare, reincarnated, except I spit flows and strip hoes naked These dudes ain't real, they just rap The hood Tiger Woods too milly For lords on road and my hood ladies, I'm similar to William, but a little different [Chorus] If I say so myself, I'm much more handsome. And chicks say he's cris It's a matrix, I try and explain it Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now All the shit I kick, so crazy You don't want war, cor, the kids brilliant No no no love for the po-po There ain't no ifs or maybes Feelin' like you drunk drunk That kid Akala No artillery, tryna' be militant Last.fm Music | Copyright © 2020 CBS Interactive Inc. / All rights reserved.
Spit poetry so shady I'm the nigga, that's that Back chat, crack back When my beats bump bump
My business ridiculous, sick with it, quick witted
There ain't no ifs or maybes Its no democracy, dictatorship Spit poetry so shady, for lords on road and my hood ladies It's Shakespeare, reincarnated Keep the hoes, I only want dough homes You don't want war, cor, the kids brilliant, Akala, smart as King Arthur, darker, harder, faster, It's like Shakespeare, with a nigga twist, It's William back from the dead, but I rap bout gats and I'm black instead, It's Shakespeare, reincarnated, except I spit flows and strip hoes naked, If I say so myself, I'm much more handsome, I'm so quick-witted that I split 'em like fractions, I'm similar to William, but a little different, I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth, Y'all dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it, Like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle, Little just come youts jumpin' out of they pram. That kid Akala, it;s not "Ack-a-la", beg ya pardon
Pumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk I'm on my own shit, dicks ain't spit
Back chat, crack back, I'm the nigga, that's that Ya'll dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it Number 1 for so long, its just getting' silly If you buss a ting, where's the mash? Spit poetry so shady I hope that you know, where you dun go though?
Track Four off of Akala’s debut album, ‘It’s Not A Rumour’, released on his own label, Illastate Records. All the shit I kick so crazy Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now So dicks hate my shit [Chorus:] I'ma whole different kettle of fish My sick razor shit Want it with Bolo? Feelin' like you drunk drunk All the shit I kick so crazy Like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle [Chorus] Spit poetry so shady When my beats bump bump As the creative and intellectual driving force of The Hip-hop Shakespeare Company, Akala works across all Hip-hop Shakespeare productions/projects, working closely with his team to produce new workshop formats, live events, theatre productions and creative / social entrepreneurship projects around the world. Plus I don't write, I recite my shit now I'm swift, blaze em quick Thou shall not fuck with 'dis I get you pumped up Never pull a ting, if it ain't gonna let go When I spit on the riddem, I kill em Clap ya like a black gat My shit, I tell em like this
When my beats bump bump Except I spit flows and strip hoes naked It's like Shakespeare, with a nigga twist. Im swift, blaze em quick