Bang with Us? Lyrics
| Song | Bang with Us? |
| Artist | Akala |
| Album | Knowledge Is Power, Vol. 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Daley/Cassell | |
| [Intro] | |
| We've been on this ting for so long now | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| 10 years at the top of my craft | |
| Maybe not at the top of the charts | |
| But who could tell me what independent touring the globe | |
| And flows as cold as winter was in hand me down clothes | |
| Live shows of the chain Toussaint | |
| Seems I was born to be what you ain't | |
| A man that uses his art to fight | |
| But still prospers in these hard times | |
| So what's to hate when you're known around the globe, it's great | |
| And their known around the globe, it's fake | |
| With respect so high that | |
| Let's you in a jail full of lifers | |
| A man sit in silence, try that | |
| You can't buy that, nah bruv, I'm that | |
| Not because I'm a killer but because I'm a mayan black | |
| Cause contrary to the rumours | |
| Our community is not a bunch of delinquents, we are students | |
| But don't respect the system made by the killers | |
| That want to paint us as the villains | |
| Back to the spittin' | |
| Listen, who's really my competition? | |
| Really? Is there somethin' that I'm missin'? | |
| These kids are kittens fighting with a pitbull | |
| Careful my brother you'll get your shit pulled | |
| [Hook] | |
| Who can bang with us? None (What!) | |
| Who will stand with us? Come (What!) | |
| Who's still doubting us? Dumb (What!) | |
| We've been on this ting for so long now | |
| You can't bang with us, none | |
| You won't stand with us, son | |
| You still doubting us, dumb | |
| We've been on this ting for so long now | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I got man puzzled like "I don't get it | |
| How is he still so road with so much message" | |
| Don't diss the sisters, celebrate killing other blacks | |
| But still so ****in' hard when he raps | |
| I give you a tip, swag through the roof | |
| It's no excuse to be boring cause you tell the truth | |
| When it's said and done, I'm still the same as when I started | |
| Ain't having a bar for none of these artists | |
| That not giving a **** gives me strength | |
| Now I don't use it on us, use it on them | |
| But defend what I have to | |
| Sit down Matthew | |
| Just one if my disciples, take notes | |
| This is not music, this here is a sport | |
| Who's ready for the ring ring fire? | |
| You man are wetter than man's hair in Shoreditch | |
| I think it's time to retire, heir | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| It's the father, you can call me uncle Akala | |
| What's the palava with Ghana | |
| Fans here to Ghana, globe, every corner | |
| Punish every punk that is posing the hardest | |
| Told you we tarnish those that are garbage | |
| Get left for dead for opposing the carnage | |
| So who's next, who's the best of me clones? | |
| Take out a town like Obama with the drones | |
| Known for the poems that scorch gin, poor ting | |
| Properly focus, 12 year old girls gassed at your king | |
| But we are grown men so only grown women | |
| And real hip hop heads, we care for their opinion | |
| Beware in my dominion | |
| I swear that your Brazilian | |
| The way you got brutalised within your own kingdom | |
| By this German efficiency, without the bigotry | |
| Harder than life as a black man in Italy | |
| [Hook] |
| zuo qu : Daley Cassell | |
| Intro | |
| We' ve been on this ting for so long now | |
| Verse 1 | |
| 10 years at the top of my craft | |
| Maybe not at the top of the charts | |
| But who could tell me what independent touring the globe | |
| And flows as cold as winter was in hand me down clothes | |
| Live shows of the chain Toussaint | |
| Seems I was born to be what you ain' t | |
| A man that uses his art to fight | |
| But still prospers in these hard times | |
| So what' s to hate when you' re known around the globe, it' s great | |
| And their known around the globe, it' s fake | |
| With respect so high that | |
| Let' s you in a jail full of lifers | |
| A man sit in silence, try that | |
| You can' t buy that, nah bruv, I' m that | |
| Not because I' m a killer but because I' m a mayan black | |
| Cause contrary to the rumours | |
| Our community is not a bunch of delinquents, we are students | |
| But don' t respect the system made by the killers | |
| That want to paint us as the villains | |
| Back to the spittin' | |
| Listen, who' s really my competition? | |
| Really? Is there somethin' that I' m missin'? | |
| These kids are kittens fighting with a pitbull | |
| Careful my brother you' ll get your shit pulled | |
| Hook | |
| Who can bang with us? None What! | |
| Who will stand with us? Come What! | |
| Who' s still doubting us? Dumb What! | |
| We' ve been on this ting for so long now | |
| You can' t bang with us, none | |
| You won' t stand with us, son | |
| You still doubting us, dumb | |
| We' ve been on this ting for so long now | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I got man puzzled like " I don' t get it | |
| How is he still so road with so much message" | |
| Don' t diss the sisters, celebrate killing other blacks | |
| But still so in' hard when he raps | |
| I give you a tip, swag through the roof | |
| It' s no excuse to be boring cause you tell the truth | |
| When it' s said and done, I' m still the same as when I started | |
| Ain' t having a bar for none of these artists | |
| That not giving a gives me strength | |
| Now I don' t use it on us, use it on them | |
| But defend what I have to | |
| Sit down Matthew | |
| Just one if my disciples, take notes | |
| This is not music, this here is a sport | |
| Who' s ready for the ring ring fire? | |
| You man are wetter than man' s hair in Shoreditch | |
| I think it' s time to retire, heir | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| It' s the father, you can call me uncle Akala | |
| What' s the palava with Ghana | |
| Fans here to Ghana, globe, every corner | |
| Punish every punk that is posing the hardest | |
| Told you we tarnish those that are garbage | |
| Get left for dead for opposing the carnage | |
| So who' s next, who' s the best of me clones? | |
| Take out a town like Obama with the drones | |
| Known for the poems that scorch gin, poor ting | |
| Properly focus, 12 year old girls gassed at your king | |
| But we are grown men so only grown women | |
| And real hip hop heads, we care for their opinion | |
| Beware in my dominion | |
| I swear that your Brazilian | |
| The way you got brutalised within your own kingdom | |
| By this German efficiency, without the bigotry | |
| Harder than life as a black man in Italy | |
| Hook |
| zuò qǔ : Daley Cassell | |
| Intro | |
| We' ve been on this ting for so long now | |
| Verse 1 | |
| 10 years at the top of my craft | |
| Maybe not at the top of the charts | |
| But who could tell me what independent touring the globe | |
| And flows as cold as winter was in hand me down clothes | |
| Live shows of the chain Toussaint | |
| Seems I was born to be what you ain' t | |
| A man that uses his art to fight | |
| But still prospers in these hard times | |
| So what' s to hate when you' re known around the globe, it' s great | |
| And their known around the globe, it' s fake | |
| With respect so high that | |
| Let' s you in a jail full of lifers | |
| A man sit in silence, try that | |
| You can' t buy that, nah bruv, I' m that | |
| Not because I' m a killer but because I' m a mayan black | |
| Cause contrary to the rumours | |
| Our community is not a bunch of delinquents, we are students | |
| But don' t respect the system made by the killers | |
| That want to paint us as the villains | |
| Back to the spittin' | |
| Listen, who' s really my competition? | |
| Really? Is there somethin' that I' m missin'? | |
| These kids are kittens fighting with a pitbull | |
| Careful my brother you' ll get your shit pulled | |
| Hook | |
| Who can bang with us? None What! | |
| Who will stand with us? Come What! | |
| Who' s still doubting us? Dumb What! | |
| We' ve been on this ting for so long now | |
| You can' t bang with us, none | |
| You won' t stand with us, son | |
| You still doubting us, dumb | |
| We' ve been on this ting for so long now | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I got man puzzled like " I don' t get it | |
| How is he still so road with so much message" | |
| Don' t diss the sisters, celebrate killing other blacks | |
| But still so in' hard when he raps | |
| I give you a tip, swag through the roof | |
| It' s no excuse to be boring cause you tell the truth | |
| When it' s said and done, I' m still the same as when I started | |
| Ain' t having a bar for none of these artists | |
| That not giving a gives me strength | |
| Now I don' t use it on us, use it on them | |
| But defend what I have to | |
| Sit down Matthew | |
| Just one if my disciples, take notes | |
| This is not music, this here is a sport | |
| Who' s ready for the ring ring fire? | |
| You man are wetter than man' s hair in Shoreditch | |
| I think it' s time to retire, heir | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| It' s the father, you can call me uncle Akala | |
| What' s the palava with Ghana | |
| Fans here to Ghana, globe, every corner | |
| Punish every punk that is posing the hardest | |
| Told you we tarnish those that are garbage | |
| Get left for dead for opposing the carnage | |
| So who' s next, who' s the best of me clones? | |
| Take out a town like Obama with the drones | |
| Known for the poems that scorch gin, poor ting | |
| Properly focus, 12 year old girls gassed at your king | |
| But we are grown men so only grown women | |
| And real hip hop heads, we care for their opinion | |
| Beware in my dominion | |
| I swear that your Brazilian | |
| The way you got brutalised within your own kingdom | |
| By this German efficiency, without the bigotry | |
| Harder than life as a black man in Italy | |
| Hook |
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