Akala - Sixteen 16's | All Episodes lyrics

Ep.1 ( 00:12 ): Double-time sixteen this week, let's go deep It's so peak when I speak for the road geeks So cheap when you speak that you won't reach Anybody, not your boys or your own peeps Little chief want beef? Look, no teeth In his mouth cos he doubted the bro's teep That's a front kick For you dumb sh**s That don't know we throw flows and punches Where you livin at, munchkin? You don't know that Akalas been munchin? Emcees like Saltfish, Dumpling Or better yet like free school lunches So full of sh** that I shouldn't even touch him But I do cos I'm just that hungry Ravenous, valorous, abracadabrous Amateur emcees get dead in front of cameras Scratch that we're takin' any challengers Whatever caliber can't match my stamina Look king you ain't on this ting like him You never grew up on Sting Your guard's weak and there's holes in your chin While I'm cold with the flow, John Jones in the ring Your like Man that go gym, but never do squats Foundation's weak so you're easily dropped While I've got more bodies than a Chinese cemetery Done duppied a million men with the pen already Claim that you're on dis ting, ya never ready Didn't your mum tell you lies ain't necessary? And Uncle Akala will punish you for lying Kid Leviathan, I have been You're sweet as a hyacinth Knowledge is Power Volume 2 Next year again we will see who's who Ep.2 ( 01:27 ): Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness Those words uttered by the owners of people Problem with being an oppressor Talkin' about freedom Is the people you oppress may start to believe you And act on the words you say And make the owner way How can such noble thoughts come from a wicked source Of course It gives me cause to think Are the words even worth the cost of the ink? If they change their meaning when the powerful say So we can fight for freedom even the freedom to own slaves These words these prostitutes with no standard That sell themselves to anyone who can utter the language And get f**ed by the highest bidder So the life is bitter for most We can all toast to the glam and glitter And go ham on twitter And instagram a picture But can't stop the police from executing …children Ep.3 ( 02:13 ): Life's a b**h then ya die right don't ya? But if you don't die right, where does your soul go to? Harder than the questions of life, I will approach ya Two fists up by my eyes like i'm suppose to Smokin' more than every fiend in Camden town If ya ever believe that I'll be beat by a hand me down, bloody clown Ever since Cuban linx came in on import Been sharper than swords so I can reign within this sport Look at me now, Dessalines with the machete' Take a slavemaster head off, quick if you let me Bet me everything you own clone But this bloody throne's stuck to the back of my arse Like sweaty boxers Steppin' in my zone homes No, I suggest you don't You can't budge me an inch, much less get him off it So stop it, no profit Come off it you little novice They don't make ‘em like this anymore We rap scholars Ep.4 ( 02:52 ): Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness Those words uttered by the owners of flesh Show us philosophy is dead, if it's just an idea Without real-life practical steps Oh is that so? Is the life of the mind no longer valid? If we don't live what we think through daily habits I'm embarra**ed to say, everyday I betray How I think I'd like to live in this world, am I insane? Or the same as the hypocrites that I do disdain What would I do in their shoes? I know what I'd like to claim But there's no way we could say, how we would behave If we had a whole different life up to this day Is it innate? Encoded in our DNA? Or in the spirit that is born in this body that we enslave What is happiness for you might be hell for me Do you still get to pursue it to the fullest degree? We'll see Ep.5:( 03:39 ): Gordon Bennet, I'm flabbergasted Smart ba*tard, so bloody clever that it's just retarded I don't recite my charges, nor my type of garments Tryna hype the hardests like half of these spineless ba*tards Who's the rhyming artist My timin I have harnessed I'm shinin' blinding partners the finest you find in varnish It's my time regardless If I should die with martyrs Know that I was old school like Jamaican partners But I'm ahead of my time and the energy I harness Brilliant and like equivalent to 4 million karmas My brain power's insane power I've never charted Yet I'm known around the world for cremating carca** Of these half baked emcees that think they're masters But they ain't nothing but a scam, like the naija pastors Go preaching to the people, but listen harder And you will hear that it's just bollocks like I am the dog's Ep.6:( 04:21 ): The flow's complex You need music theory to see what is coming next The crotchets and minus the riddims I will devour You botched it but I'm k**in a million villains an hour Sour are the faces of racists who face the power Even though they chat a shower of sh**, they're really cowards So if I do allow it to hit, you man are out I'm more unconscious than you are already you ain't about it So just allow it Don't stand the f** up, nah have a seat If you're so road then go back to the street But never, rap on a beat you're crap I promise Your friends are not your friends cos clearly they are not honest You can trust uncle Akala to keep it real And cos I signed myself I'm always keepin the deal Ain't been on commercial radio since 2006 Performed in 50 countries since so Who gives a sh**, huh? Ep.7:( 05:03 ): Life liberty in the pursuit of property Probably woulda been more proper terminology To explain the world envisioned by a monopoly What do we do with this world we've inherited What is happiness for you? What do you pursuit? Wealth for the few as long as you're enjoying the view? And what does wealth guarantee? Some peace of mind, regular bl**jobs and cars that are nicely designed? I'm being superficial It also guarantees that your children's school won't get hit by a missile On the unlikely event that it does It will be f**ing hell to pay for a memorial written in blood Money don't buy happiness, probably true What if it buys the closest thing then what do we do? What good is it loving all of the simple things If the power the money brings takes em away at your whim Ep.8:( 05:46 ): So the saga runs on This is still London same Billy with a truncheon Now aimin their guns on Shots to the sternum co*k Back Burn ‘em Or choke an immigrant incase you brothers ain't learnin Here's a little reminder The symbolic debt Like, when they use to hange ‘em and tag ‘em for stealin bread And all you were focused ons what the victim evolved with Where they on the road did they wear a hoodie or smoke spliffs? Couldn't give a sh** if they licked a million shots d**h penalty has been abolished, has it not? And I seen way more d** at Glastonbury than Carnival But they don't feel the need to send the police with arms at all And while the paedophiles walk free Public enemy number one my brother its still you and me To see what's going on, you ain't gotta be a clever sod It's all about race and cla** just like it ever was Ep.9:( 06:30 ): This love is a drug The way it affects the run of your blood Never to snub, but always eventually they do succumb Overrun, by thoughts that make you withering on Your own mum or anyone who has a slip of the tongue And there's the question While you're collecting tremendous sums While people are living in simplest villages even the wickedest slums Despite all the image and acting so innocent all of the pillaging's done So you relax not knowing the facts of how it actually come What's next will power lose the head on it's neck? And will the one that comes after be like a master grafter? Or more disaster cos history's not a cla** in laughter? But yesterday is not tomorrow so why do I trouble to answer I ain't sure if any war was fought for the poor Any persons working with a motive that is totally pure What I do know is the powerful won't hand it over You gotta take it but nature might make you even colder Ep.10:( 07:17 ): I drop a sixteen? Everything dead I'm Akala Cos my dad's black, I fool the whole world Like Obama They really think I care about life, nah you're mad I murk everything on the dance done you're sad I had, quite a good time And spat, quite a good rhyme Cos mine's, quite a good mind For time, mic would shine Sublime, bring who you could find Cousins don't worry us It's not school, we are grown men Well some of us Trouble us, bless you Sweet heart you're special s** it up, don't show pain, it's just a flesh wound Test whom? Don't do it to yourself That's just disaster Like an honest third world leader in private planes that are chartered You are not a martyr if you die for no reason Cos you look like food, and we were hunting this season High treason to a royal emcee Is when you mimic me I am the metaphor and you are just a simile Ep.11:( 08:01 ): This week, we offered our condolences To a m**m, with a beard, some say that's strange But they don't understand the way that we played the game We don't care about religion, what's in a name As long as you pump oil for us keep the price cheap You can behead who you want the deal's quite sweet Help us to bomb other Arabs from the military bases we have in your lands But you don't have in ours We'll give you Rolls Royce's, yes flashy cars Pay you billions of pounds yes, we'll make you stars A reformer, quite enlightened, funding the terrorism that we claim to be fighting So its only right that we fly the flags at half mast Send the prime minister over seas to kiss your a** Who said hypocrisy they don't know the rules Democracy is just a bloody word sentimental fools! Uncle Pompous! Ep.12:( 09:50 ): Conservative rap shout to white billionaires Heirs to the throne of global capitalism Built on the back of n******gs Literally in actual figures Centuries of labor unpaid, it had to equip us With fuel for the engine Fools stop pretending We have not provided the answer to each and every question You don't worship us and brown imitators Then it's obvious to all that you blatantly hate us Matters not how we got our paper, even enslavement Or dead Congolese kids today for mineral payments What matters is you worship blindly things over people See yourself as less than equal In the world that we teach you If you have not, you be not Swing from the treetops All you little monkeys should know by now that we not Of the same species, we're more human than you That's why you worship us you dickheads, proving it's true Ep.13:( 10:36 ): Have you ever never had a pot to piss in bruv? While living round the corner from those that swim in grub Have you ever gone to school, stomach still rumbling? Rich kids coming in, ten pound for lunch on 'em Have you ever felt the resentment of not having sh**? Knowing your mother works as hard as those who are arrogant Talking 'bout pull yourself up by the socks, bloody snobs You started the race with a fifty pace head start, of course you're gone We started from the beginning, had to carry baggage Parents didn't have two cars, a home, and a lovely marriage But that's life right? We all play our cards But ours are scarred and marked So we put 'em in bars that's hard as [?] Or not Rep the underground dirt But still tour round the whole globe, shouts to Kool Herc We're so focused on our slice of the bread Forgot to say if you're still at the bottom it's cool, hold your head It don't make you less Ep.14:( 11:22 ): I was six years old when I first heard Public Enemy I knew in an instant me and hip-hop was meant to be Shivers down my spine Hearing a rhyme Goosebumps on my skin And the feeling within All the pain and the rage that the music was cathartic for You probably wouldn't know if you ain't seen the hardships before Maybe you would, maybe that's the beauty of it Anyone, anywhere relate to the topic Wu-Tang came out with Shaolin philosophy Bit of martial arts and some fruit from the knowledge tree And hood tales, you know, poverty, robbery Where childhood friends die for not much, probably Felt they made their songs for my ears and fears Cos boys like me were not allowed to cry tears So here's a couple bars for them pioneers Without you, you know we wouldn't be here Ep.15:( 12:03 ): Hip hop spoke to what we saw on our front doors The black CNN, and so much more African oral tradition evolving through Jazz and blues Griots rappin' from back in the day as a way to spread the news Until came from Jamaica, blazing amazing sounds On the back of Hercules hip hop came to the Bronx with sound A decade before, the same Caribbean Our grandparents left to the shores of the Europeans So we never learnt to rap watching Music television This is our culture grew up on them sound systems Now hip hop is global beyond imagination We still can't allow its roots to be forsaken So I'm makin' a statement and engraving it on London's pavement For the founding fathers and mothers for this art that we're making Ep.16:( 12:46 ):