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Day boy Akala's a diamond fella |
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All you little boys are a comedy of errors |
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You bellow but you fellows get played like |
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The cello, I'm doing my ting |
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You're jealous like Othello. |
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Who you? what you gonna do? |
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All you little boys get Tamed like the Shrew |
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You're mid-summer dreamin' |
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Your tunes aren't appealing |
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I'm Capulet, you're Montague, I ain't feeling |
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I am the Julius Caesar hear me |
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The Merchant Of Venice couldn't sell your CD |
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As for me, All's Well That Ends Well |
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Your boy's like Macbeth, you're going to Hell |
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Measure for Measure, I am the best here |
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You're Merry Wives of Windsor not King Lear |
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I don't know about Timon |
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I know he was in Athens |
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When I come back like Hamlet you pay for your action |
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Dat boy Akala, I do it As You Like |
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You're Much Ado About Nothing |
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All you do is bite it |
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I'm too tight, I don't need 12 knights |
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All you little Tempests get murked on the mic |
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Of course I'm the one with the force |
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You're history like Henry IV |
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I'm fire, things look dire |
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Better run like Pericles Prince Of Tyre |
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Off the scale, cold as a Winter's Tale |
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Titus Andronicus was bound to fail |
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So will you if Akala get at ya |
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That's suicide like Anthony & Cleopatra |
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Cymbeline was a modern day Bridget Jones |
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Love's labours lost, a woman on her own |
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She needed Two Gentlemen Of Verona |
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This is Illa State and I am the owner |
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Wise is the man that knows he's a fool |
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Tempt not a desperate man with a jewel |
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Why take from Peter to go pay Paul |
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Some rise by sin and by virtue fall |
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What have you made if you gain the whole world |
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But sell your own soul for the price of a pearl |
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The world is my oyster and I am starving |
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I want much more than a penny or a farthing |
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I told no joke, I hope you're not laughing |
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Poet or pauper which do you class him |
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Speak eloquent, though I am resident to the gritty inner city |
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That's surely irrelevant |
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Call it urban, call it street |
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A rose by any other name, smell just as sweet |
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Spit so hard, but I'm smart as the Bard |
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Come through with a Union Jack, full of yard |
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Akala, Akala, where for art thou? |
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I am the black Shakespearian |
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The secret's out now |
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Chance never did crown me, this is destiny |
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You still talk but it still perplexes me |
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Devour cowards, thousands per hour |
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Don't you know the king's name is a tower |
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You should never speak it |
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It is not a secret |
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I teach thesis, like anicent Greece's |
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Or Egyptology, never no apology |
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In my minds eye, I see things properly |
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Stopping me, nah you could never probably |
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I bare a charmed life, most probably |
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For certain I put daggers in a phrase |
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I'll put an end to your dancing days |
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No matter what you say it will never work |
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Wrens can't prey |
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Where eagles don't perch |
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I'm the worst with th words |
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Cos I curse all my verbs |
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I'm the first with a verse to rehearse with a nurse |
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There's a hearse for the first jerk who turn berserk |
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Off with his head, cos it must not work |
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Ramp with Akala, that's true madness |
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And there's no method in it, just sadness |
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I speak with daggers and the hammers |
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Of a passion when I'm rappin I attack 'em |
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In a military fashion the pattern of my rappin |
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chattin couldn't ever map it |
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And I run more rings round things than Saturn |
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Verses split big kids wigs when I'm rappin |
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That boy Akala, the black Shakespeare |
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Did not want to listen, when I said last year |
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Rich like a gem in Ethiope's ear |
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Tell them again |
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For them who never hear |
