Akala - War lyrics

[Skit/freestyle: Akala] Akala means it can't be moved Wise tug I stand firm like Muhammad or Malcolm I won't budge, face it, this gyal naked or scrolls sacred I'm the worst thing from England since the slave sh** Rappers still so real, it's time Hit you so hard I separate your thoughts from your mind Wizard of written kid, blizzards spittin' I'm so cold Fa**ies get exposed by my snub-nosed flow My 12-gauge frays at close range and make you levitate Like David Blaine, it ain't no game Bredrin if you real, roll with it This is the movement, it's Akala blud and you can't move it [Verse 1: Akala] Just another strap burst, another black cursed, packed church Another black man in a hearse before his 21st Same story to tell all over the world Crack sales, packed jails, sports, music on sale Shoot 3 points or score goals Just the slang's different, you'll relate to my flow Hoes s** dick when your neck all froze And you're known to move stone cold duppying foes What you know, about single mums on the dole? Had to hustle, raising 3 kids on their own That's why I'm so grimy now, gotta give her the credit She was always grinding, so for me it's genetic No matter what, won't stop till my mum's living lavish Shopping trips to Paris, till then, you f*ggots have had it Talk a lot but you can't do sh** to me Shells among your iceberg will make you history [Hook: Akala] x2 "There's a war going on outside no man is safe from" - [Sample from Mobb Deep's Survival Of The Fittest] You can't crumble or stumble, you gotta stay strong Show these s**ers on top getting preyed on Concrete streets, the heat'll leave you laid on [Verse 2: Akala] It's the jungle where the prey turned k**er Streets is a gym where man work out there to improve their fitness Bigger weight you push, the bigger you get Not the size of your pecs, but your cheques and your reps n***as is partners too take turns for s** One run his mouth the other do reps with his index You talk real slick but don't really want sh** Man I stock more magazines than WHSmith And I ain't glorifying nuttin', just reality Make no man, mishandle my dough or my family sh**'ll get worse, [?] prison for pedophiles and snitches Cut you so wide you'll need a rope for your stitches Teach one but I fear none, I ain't just spittin' Mine or your mum's gonna cry then my eardrum's ringing It's sh**, my mum's already lost 4 infants The 3 boys then only me, that's why I'm so militant [Hook x2] I'm only 19 but my mind is older I'm Europe's youngest black company owner [?] the style of wireless on this whole island sh**'s so rowdy, burst your eardrum when I'm miming I walk jeans sagging, [?] It's hard to believe my GCSEs improved the nation's average And these dicks think they know me well The only thing hotter than my flow is the shells [?] receivers go missing The way I [?] it can't be fixed by positions Play your position, before I stop rapping start spitting And you little b**hes resting in ditches No one too credible for attention to medical Slugs encase your cerebral, make you a vegetable Heat's unbearable, these streets are terrible Kids are eating food even though it's inedible [Hook x2]