Akala - Who's The Gangsta? lyrics

Yo, Akala, listen... Who's the Gangsta? We claim Gangsta Hip hop tells us we're gangsta But do we make the straps and the scales? Or just pack the jails So please ask yourself Who's the gangsta? The real gangsta I don't give a rat's arse Or a ra**claat Who you're spars are Or where you par par Don't start Are your bars hard? Have you mastered How to spar with a ba*tard? 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 sergeants Slave masters Whether they cuffed or they feathered and tarred 'em Same sh** Different Jargon Same Clip Different cartridge Same whip Different master Look closer We ain't got past it The shackles are not tackled They're just different Cattle rattle and rattle But they collect the dividends We're a 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 lick banks So you can't impress me With all the talk 'bout another mans gun That we use to k** each other for fun When the master sends the overseers to see us We toss the weapon and run Boy dem run in your yard diss your mother Dashing her knickers all out of the cupboard Got us face down with their feet on our neck But we still believe we are vets But...do we make the straps and the scales Or just pack the jails So please ask yourself Who's the gangsta? Do we make the planes and the boats That import the coke? So please ask yourself Who's the gangsta? We blow each other's brain in So entertaining They drop bombs of depleted Uranium You broke the law? You go to prison They k** a couple million, stack a billion Business as usual, d**h in the colonies What is that but state to state armed robbery Just a road move on a bigger level Think we are mountains but we're just pebbles Better yet a sand grain Go pop a little champagne But the people in the south of France are not our fans mate Would love to live nice and happy too But ask yourself this Does anyone that 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 hatin Vegan 'cause but I get the bacon and eggs just fine In case you're mistaken And if I don't like that? I don't like that Grew up on Big Yout and Gregory Isaacs No surprise that Revolution on my track Been right there from right back Sacred Geometry Don't follow me Still just an angry yout that spits horribly Trying to live peaceful, I remember What happened the last time I lost my temper And believe I ain't trying to be hard The abuse that I suffered I'm emotionally scarred Supposed to be only beholding the bars Instead I'm a professor that never went to cla** I write literature, they write bars The Celtic warrior, Marooned from yard 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'a put down Its third gear to me Tenth planet ain't not another one near to me When I orbit Clicks forfeit 'course it flows My yout don't force it Or try brush man off As just conscious Come out my face with that nonsense Tug revolution, that's what it is Never do we run from one of these kids If we ain't shook with 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'a old school straighteners One two one two face of the haters Chasing their papers Nah! Man are chasing freedom But papers are making and blatantly shaking and quaking in their boots Anytime you talk about breaking enslavement So I do feel like Neo in the Matrix 'Cause I don't understand Why is everybody so scared of the agents When they are powerless blatant Got a little bit, but I put it on the line Listen to the sh** that I spit in my rhymes Ali at his prime, principal first Even if it means that I don't get heard 'Cause the herds are absurd Their hating the nerd But the nerd's controlling the face of the earth So I tell a man so straight I'm a nerd But duppy a track at my worst Cold as a blizzard in a furnace A wizard of a wordsmith Riddles that I chisel 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 Progression on my albums Never gonna flop When that sh**'s on It starts to dawn This whole sh** is chess And they want us to celebrate the fact that we are just pawns But I am not on it See The last thing they want is man with road energy To stop k**ing one another and think cleverly And ask why you're living where you're living and how you're living Did you create the conditions that you're raising you're kid in? And if you didn't who did it? Is it really for the hood If our oppressors like our lyrics If only by crushing your aspirations Can they maintain this here situation Only by destroying the dreams of your kids quick Can they keep their unearned privileges And that is what it's all about