Akala - Comedy Tragedy History [Rhymes & Punches] | Текст песни

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verse 1
that boy akala's a diamond fella
all you little boys are a comedy of errors
you and your fellas get played like the cello
im doin my ting your jealous like othello
who u? what u gonna do?
all u little boys get tamed like the shrew
your mid-summer dreaming
your tunes aint appealing
im capulet your montague i aint feelin
i am the julius ceasar hear me
the merchant of venice cudnt sell your CD
as for me alls well that ends well
your boys like macbeth your goin to hell
measure 4 measure i am the best here
your merry wives of windsor not king lear
i dont no bout timon
i know he was in athens
when i come back like hamlet u pay 4 your actions

verse 2
that boy akala i do it as u like
your much ado about nothing all u do is bite
im too tight i dont need 12 knights
all u little tempests get murked on the mic
of course i am the 1 wiv the force your historys just like henry the 4th
im fire fings look dire
better run like pericles prince of tyre
off the scale cold as a winters tale
titus andronicus was bound 2 fail
so will u if akala get at ya
thats suicide like anthony and cleopatra
cymbeline was a modern day bridget jones
loves labours lost a women on her own
she needed 2 gentlemen of verona
this is illa state and i am the owner

verse 3
wise is the man that knows his a fool
tempt not a desperate man with a jewel
why take from peter to go and pay paul
some rise by sin and by virtue fall
what have u made if u gain the whole world
but sell your own soul 4 the price of a pearl
the word is my oyster and im starvin
i want much more than penny or a farthing
i told no joke i hope your not laughing
poet or pauper which do u class him?
speak eloquent though i am resident to the gritter inner city
thats surely irrelevant
call it urban. call it street.
i rose by any other name smell just as sweet
spit so hard but im smart as the bard come through with a union jack full of yard

verse 4
akala akala where 4 art thou
im the black shakespeare an
the secrets out now
chance never did crown me this is destiny
you still talk but it still perplexes me
devour cowards thousands per hour
dont you know the kings names is a akala
shh, never speak it
it is not a secret
i teach thesis like ancient greece's
egyptology never no apology
in my minds eye i see things properly
stopping me nah you could never possibly
i bare a charmed life most probably
for certain i put daggers in a phrase
ill put an end to your dancin days
no matter what u say it will never work
wrens cant make prey
where eagles wont perch
im the worst with the words
cause i curse on my verbs
im the 1st with a verse to rehearse with a nurse
theres a hearse for the 1st jerk who turn berserk
off with his head cause it must not work
ramp with akala thats true madness
and theres no method in it just sadness
i speak with the daggers and the hammers of a passion
when im rappin i attack them in a military fashion
the pattern of my rapping-chattin couldnt ever map it
and i run more rings round things than saturn
sick never slackin like a pig with a baton verses split big kids wigs when im rappin
that boy akala the black shakespeare
didnt want to listen when i said last year
rich like a gem in a ethiopes ear
tell them all again
for them who never hear

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