Bang with Us? - Akala

10 years at the top of my craft

Maybe not at the top of the charts

But who could tell me what independent touring the globe

And flows as cold as winter was in hand me down clothes

Live shows of the chain Toussaint

Seems I was born to be what you ain’t

A man that uses his art to fight

But still prospers in these hard times

So what’s to hate when you’re known around the globe, it’s great

And their known around the globe, it’s fake

The respects so high that

Left you in a jail full of lifers

A man sit in silence, try that

You can’t buy that, nah bruv, I am that

Not because I’m a killer but because I’m a black

Cause contrary to the rumours

Our community is not a bunch of delinquents, we are students

But don’t respect the system made by the killers

The ones that paint us as the villains

Back to the spittin'

Listen, who’s really my competition?

Really?

Is there somethin' that I’m missin'?

These kids are kittens fighting with a pitbull

Carefull my brother you’ll get your ship pulled

Who can bang with us?

None (What!)

Who will stand with us?

Come (What!)

Who’s still doubting us?

Dumb (What!)

We’ve been on this ting for so long now

You can’t bang with us, none

You won’t stand with us, son

You still doubting us, dumb

We’ve been on this ting for so long now

I got man puzzled like «I don’t get it

How is he still so well with so much message»

Don’t diss the sisters, celebrate killing other blacks

But still so fuckin' hard when he raps

I give you a tip, swag through the roof

It’s no excuse to be boring cause you tell the truth

When it’s said and done, I’m still the same as when I started

Ain’t having a bar for none of these artists

That not giving a fuck gives me strength

Now I don’t use it on us, use it on them

But defend what I have to

Sit down Matthew

Just one if my deciples, take notes

This is not music, this here is a sport

Who’s ready for the ring ring fire?

You man are wetter than man’s hair in Shoreditch

I think it’s time to retire, heir

Who can bang with us?

None (What!)

Who will stand with us?

Come (What!)

Who’s still doubting us?

Dumb (What!)

We’ve been on this ting for so long now

You can’t bang with us, none

You won’t stand with us, son

You still doubting us, dumb

We’ve been on this ting for so long now

It’s the father, you can call me uncle Akala

What’s the palava with Ghana

Fans here to Ghana, globe, every corner

Punish every punk that is posing the hardest

Told you we tarnish those that are garbage

Get left for dead for opposing the carnage

So who’s next, who’s the best of me clones?

Take out a town like Obama with the drones

Known for the poems that scorch gin, poor ting

Probably a 12 year old girls gassed at your king

But we are grown me so only grown women

And real hip hop heads, we care for their opinion

But where are my dominions?

I swear that your Brazilian

The way you got brutalised within your own kingdom

By this German efficiency, without the bigotry

Harder than the life of a black man in Italy

Who can bang with us?

None (What!)

Who will stand with us?

Come (What!)

Who’s still doubting us?

Dumb (What!)

We’ve been on this ting for so long now

You can’t bang with us, none

You won’t stand with us, son

You still doubting us, dumb

We’ve been on this ting for so long now