Akala - Sixteen 16's | EP11 lyrics

[verse 1 : Pompous Peterson] So disc jockey, play the beat, the one by the...R-Z-A For that chap Method Man...Bring the pain I believe it was 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!