• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Carried Away - Akala
• Yeah Yeah Yeah - Akala
• Why Do - Akala
• Welcome To England - Akala
• Yours And My Children - Akala
• The Edge - Akala
• Stand Up - Akala
• Something Inside My Head - Akala
• Shakespeare - Akala
• Roll Wid Us - Akala
• Quiet Storm Freestyle - Akala
• Love In My Eyes - Akala
• HOLD YOUR HEAD UP - Akala
• Freedom Lasso - Akala
• Fire In The Booth Freestyle - Akala
• Find No Enemy - Akala
• F64 (knowledge Is Power Freestyle) - Akala
• Electro Livin' - Akala
• Comedy Tragedy History - Akala
• Cold - Akala
• Bit By Bit - Akala
• Billie Jean Freestyle - Akala
• This Is London - Akala
• Bullshit - Akala
• Nota De Cristal - Acolla
• Lady Cacahuet - Acolla
• Ladrn De Estrellas - Acolla
• Laberinto En Cruces - Acolla
• La Bruja Est Triste - Acolla
• Insomnio - Acolla
• El Aviador - Acolla
• Ciertas Tarntulas - Acolla
• Atmsfera Esteril - Acolla
• Accin Y Vida - Acolla
• Mago Del Paraguas - Acolla
• Lignito - Acolla
• Libre - Acolla
• Ya No Quedan Locos - Acolla
• Un Autobs - Acolla
• Triste Carretera - Acolla
• Tobera - Acolla
• No Soy Guardin De Celos - Acolla
• Mercader De Nubes - Acolla
• Marco De Aire - Acolla
• Alea - Acwl
• Quand Viendra L'heure - Acwl
• Les Amants Du Paradis - Acwl
• Embrasse moi - Acwl

Another hearse roll up slow,
Carry one more poor lost soul,
Carry them things every single day
Cause it makes him feel safe
Cause he carry on them ways, screw face
Love the game-reppin' his estate,
Talk tough look straight in his face,
Carrying deep pain self-hate,
Carry fam, so he carry weight,
It's logical daddy got carried away,
Not married away, just didn't stay
Coward carried his son to this fate,
His boys carrying weight in a wooden box can't stand straight,
They was getting outta the game,
But look fate she don't wait
Now the woman in the front row, her face t show no pain,
But her brain went insane on the day the news came,
Stare into space, face numb,
The boy getting carried, she carried 9 months
[Chorus:]
When this world strip me naked, I turn and
I face it,
And really believe I have the strength to change it,
I'm crazy, it's blatant sometimes I get carried away
When this world strip me naked, I turn and I face it,
And really believe I have the strength to change it,
I'm crazy, it's blatant sometimes I get carried away
One more body bag getting carried back,
From the war zone where they carry straps,
Where little kids is attacking tanks cause they carry no fear of the man,
All they know here is they land
And a hero, gotta make a stand,
So they roll cold with it in their hand,
Let bang on the big bad man,
But this particular soldier never move colder
Never enrolled to blow no homes up
Felt that life had carried him under
Chose to phone the number
The army gives you training,
Nothing they say could really explain it,
Sign them t papers, enslavement,
Now you're a tool to carry their hatred,
Rob, steal, strip a nation
All he wanted was qualifications
So he could carry his family places,
Better than those that he was raised in
Never really thought, he'd ever have to go to war,
Now who's gonna tell his kids daddy can't carry them no more

There's a lot of talk, who flow the meanest,
Work it out = it don't talk agenius,
I spit my thesis talkin' ceases,
Rappers act sick and I got the treatment,
Expose actors, similar to a derringer,
Your wack tracks ain't got skills,
Add to that the fact thst your not real,
Talk bout gats, say make caps peel,
But they fake raps - you get slapped in ya grill,
Stop lyin' to buyers, I'm tight as pliers with the science, hahuh,
The ruffest rhymin', tough as diamonds, fuckin'
Blindin,
You must be high as kites',
Figure you can fuck with the nicest,
I'm off the scale, like hampstead house prices,
So hot, the sun seem cold,
So hot, the flow boil liquid nitro,
What hearin'- the best thing since bread slice,
Nigga with charisma, that woulk turn a dike,
That's why I've had more blows than opponents
[Chorus:]
If he talkin' like he's hard,
Don't believe him, pull his cards
Tell him... yeah, yeah, yeah...
And if your boss is talking shit,
And you really wanna quit,
Tell him... yeah, yeah, yeah...
Anybody, anywhere,
Chatton rubbish in ya ear,
Tell him... yeah, yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah... '
They say I think I'm the best, I'm far too
Arrogant,
I ain't the best = I'm beyond comparison,
Think ya good, but yaa not,
Couldn't get close to me inside aphone box,
Why spit? your whips and your porky-pie'ing,
Plus your whips and your clips is fiction,
That much of a killer?
Why you lyin'? ithink your porky-pie'ing,
If ya had dough, you should own shit,
Not buy it - I think your porky-pie'ing,
Tryna' be g when your soft as peewee,
That greezy talk see through to stevie,
I mean it believe me, to me it's easy,
You find it hard, ican hear from your cd,
I'm the best, can't put it more simple,
Plus pretty thug, women love the dimples,
Ibeen had gyal, like saddan or bin laden,
I'm kinda like a pimp, but no mink dragging,
A killer's nightmare- like ya ting jamming,
A skinny little nigga with the heart of a dragon,
Unstoppavle, mission impossible,
Logical, I'm the one- ask the oracle,
Legend like christ and the 12 apostiles,
Got more lines than whitney's nostrils,
[Chorus]
If you a baller cool, rap about,
But there's no puffs in england
So shut ya mouth.
It amazes me, these rappers are so dumb,
Get they advance and think they trump,
See I spit like guns, tongues speed of a chopper,
I don't really care, you're a shotter,
You't dem a blow ya brain out,
Cause ya got ya chain out,
So what real good is a name now?
Watch no face, trust me father,
Young. never bumb. that's not akala.
The don dadda, dun flow badda,
Walk tall as a ladder, and italk with sawagger,
Everything I do, pietry in motion,
Deep, like apuddle to me is the ocean,
Cause convulsions, like voodoo potions,
Ramp with the sultan, I find that insulting,
That's a nova, racing a ferrari,
Your little click, takin' on the army,
Be a legend when I die, like iwas bob marley,
Marcus garvey or muhammed ali,
Cause I drap knowledge, like oxford scholars,
So what real good is a name now?
Watch no face, trust me father,
Young, never dumb, that's not akala,
The don dadda, dun flow badda,
Walk tall as a ladder, and I talk with swagger,
Everything ido, poetry in motion,
Deep, like a puddke to me us the icean,
Cause cinvulsions, like voodoo potions,
Ramp with the sultan, ifind thaat insulting,
That's anova, racing a ferrari,
Your little click, takin' on the army,
Be a legend when idie, like I was bob marley,
Marcus garvey or muhammed ali,
Not bad, considering I didn't finish college,
I'm here now, your noise is void,
All you so called ' hot boys ' paranoid,
No paragraphs parallel, this is pardise,
I'm a paragon, leave you parasites paralysed,
My parables parachute here to paraguay,
It's paramount you don't fuch with I,
The flow kicker, go - getter,
Show ripper, pro- spitter, narural- born winner,
Sicher than liquor in livers,
Illa then jack - the- ripper killers,
Give riddim's bigas a gorilla nigga,
These bitter nigga's bicker,
But I'm bigger than that.
I'm tryna' fold figures, big as ' jigga' n' that...
I'm focused maaan...

Familiar scene, street corner, tape and sheets,
18 put to sleep, talk on the street,
Til next week when a different face is another life wasted,
Self-hatred is dangerous, the world see him as a thug,
But don't understand,
That a poor black man, ain't born with a strap in his hand,
Was soft like all children at 5 years old,
But the cycle and society, turned him cold,
Pops fled the scene, left mom's on her own,
To feed 3 seeds alone, so she never home,
Sweatin' for change, but there's big dough in the game,
And he wanna be next to push a range,
So we change innocent, to militant ways, Rollin' with the bigger boys, doin whatever they say,
But wait these streets ain't got no glory,
Man rolled up on him, you know the rest of the story
[Chorus:]
Why do we live this way oh lord?
Why do we have to live this way?
Why do we live this way oh lord?
Why do we have to live this way?
Look at what we see and go through,
Of course we're thugs, cause of our will to survive,
Not cause of drugs,
Living in foulest conditions, still breed proudest traditions,
We speak, everybody listen,
But we still jealous, when one of us shining,
Like I'm grindin, why's my man shining?
I ain't criticizing, been known to be whiling,
Just tryna give you food for thought when I'm rhyming,
Cause I'm tired of youts' them dyin' cause there's no guidance,
But I won't have my fam cryin,
An eye for an eye? That's your science?
Cool we're the same then, let's get blinded,
I'm not in the hype ting-handle ma business,
If I feel somethings a threat, then that threats missin,
Just know that my heart was good and that I tried,
I just had too much pride,
[Chorus]
No matter how we act, we all got emotion,
Just learn to hide it, it hurts to open,
The street is a movie, stay in your role,
If you let it go, vultures swallow you whole,
But it don't fool me bro, I see things clear,
Big killers get big years and shed big tears,
If not at trial, gradually as the years pass,
The guilt set in like a vice on the heart,
Reminiscing bout the nigga at your side,
Now he's missin' and no wishin could give him back life,
That's just life, shit ain't fair,
Man scream "street dreams', all I see is the nightmare's,
Locked up, years pass seed dun grown,
Get murked or hit the pipe, Either way you a ghost,
And that's reality even though it's crazy,
Got to change, or it's the same fate for our babies...

Welcome to England
Part of so called Great Britain
But ain't a fucking thing great about the way we are living
For me it's hard to see how we're perceived over seas
It's believed and sip teas and speak like the queen
Nigger please, these streets will suck your blood like a leech
A lot of showers and you get wet, but real far froma beach
Dole queue, £50 a week, ends don't meet, if ya like me even your mums done hustle more than weed.
Cos Times are harder
You get dads but few get fathers
And we still pray but shit, get few answers
Every single area with an ethnic majoirty
Full of drugs, guns and poverty - getting to 30 is a lottery
And the govenment deceiving the white working classes
into beleving they're so poor due to us black bastards.
Bullshit, like we're living so cool - go to your local fast food - take a look at whos serving you!
And the schools are bullshit too, so we're weighing out grams.
I'm a stranger 'mongst the mans cause I got some exams
I'm cool with the dudes - real nice with the knowledge yet I'mThe only one who finished school let alone college
Our role models ain't doctors but shotters who pop hollows
Chefs who cook food they'll kill you if you swallow
So addictive once the wicked ting hold you you're never right

Yours and My Children
Right here dangerous idea
If we did this, then we couldn¹t feel fear
If there¹s no fear, there¹s no control
If there¹s no control, someone¹s gotta let go
They say I Shouldn¹t say too much they might delete me
Realize I don¹t really care about tv
Keep your awards, your applause I¹m easy
All I can do in this life is just be me
Pilger can say it, so can Niomi Kline
It's free speech for them, that¹s fine
Young black rapper should utter the same words
Utterly absurd, nutter, insane, nerd
Even the fact I call myself Œblack¹
Social conditioning and that¹s a fact
The idea of races has no factual basis
It was made just to serve racists
To justify to doing to some what couldn¹t be done
To others, but they all are our sons
Black or white all of our sons
Muslim, Christian all of our sons
Look up in the sky that¹s all of our Sun
Last time I checked we only had one
So if some were superior, others inferior, based on exterior
Well then surely the sun would know and fall in to line?
It would rain on your crops and not mine?
Air would prefer to inhabit your lungs?
Food would prefer the taste of your tongue?
If that¹s not the case then nature has declared
Despite what we say the worlds in fact fair
Chorus:
Kids in Iraq Yours and my children
Kids in Iran
Yours and my children
Afghanistan Yours and my children
Even Sudan
Yours and my children
Kids in brazil
Yours and my children
Police drive by the favela and just kill them
Kids in brazil
Yours and my children

Do you never feel like there's something missing?
Stuck in arole, just playin' your postion,
Even when you scream, it seems no one listens,
Free as a bird, but it feels like prison,
Never break tradition, suttin' like it's
Superstition,
And your marrige is about as boring as a politician
Now listen, what you need to do is change the way you livin',
It's your, don't explain your every decision,
Watever your vision, believe and make it happen,
Look at me, I'm a english rapper,
It's only one life here.
Gotta do you bruv,
Ifeel marvelous, how about you luv?
Yeah, ifeel good... do you feel good?
Yeah, ifeel good... do you feel good?
Yeah, ifeel good... do you feel good?
Yeah, ifeel good... ttell the people...
[Chorus:]
Everybody jump over the edge,
Everybody let go and just feel the music,
Jump over edge,
Everybody jump over the edge,
Everybody jump over the edge,
Everybody jump!
Don't know where the edge is,
I'll explain to you it's fine,
It's that line or that time,
Like your boss has been rude to you,
One too many times,
Out at night, might just have one too many pints,
Like when you got ambition and they tell you,
You can't do it,
Your body feel the music,
But your scared to move to it,
The edge is where you lose it,
Jump with me,
Don't quit your job,
Take the low road,
Spit in his tea,
Drink til' your pathetic,
Til'ya act like an idiot.
In athe morning you'll regret it,
Righr now it's brilliant,
As far as your dreams go,
You just gotta get em,
And as long as the beat plays,
Just move to the riddim,
Yeah, ifeel good... do you feel good?
Yeah, ifeel good... do you feel good?
Yeah, ifeel good... do you feel good?
Yeah, ifeel good... ttell the people...
[Chorus]
Jump over the edge baby, just
Jump over the edge...
Come over the edge.
To infinite possibilities,
Sorta like a parallel universe your visiting,
But it's here on earth from the prison to the
Villages,
Open up your mind and you feel limitless,
Don't let them tell you what is real,
They don't realistically,
They said einstein was dumb,
How come he thought of relativity?
Thet just despicable, miserable individuals,
And every single syllable, they uttering,
Is cynical, it's typical,
Don't sit down waitin on a miracle,
Jump like jordan, like your tryna' reach the
Pinnacle,
It's only one life here,
Gotta doyou bruv.
I feel marvelous, how about you luv?
Yeah, ifeel good... do you feel good?
Yeah, ifeel good... do you feel good?
Yeah, ifeel good... do you feel good?
Yeah, ifeel good... ttell the people...

All my people, wherever in britain
Bro I know the flows cold,
Let me know that you feel it,
And I know the roads slow but your ready to kill me
Cause I feel that same pain, hear the lyrics I'm spittin?
Critics ask why I don't smile, they gotta be kiddin,
Little kids'll blow your head off, just to say that they did it,
I'm in the streets one deep, these villains think that I'm slippin, #
Nah bruv, I don't care bout none of you spitters,
If your real then your eelin' it,
Nah, idont give a shit,
Respect the message nigga, illa state records,
British flag, yard colours cause tell me where my
Head is
First time you saw me, iwas screamin' 'fuck the
Police',
Next icame I change the whole game in the streets,
These wollys still tryna' catch up with ' war', I
Bang harder,
Father, 'roll wid us' huh, iain't even started...
[Chorus 1:]
'Moss side... stand up... longsight... stand up...
Hansworth... stand up... aston... stand up
Newtown... stand up... London... stand up
Anywhere, everywhere all my people stand up
St.pauls... stand up... chapeltown... stand up...
Luton... stand up... London... stand up...
Anywhere, everyhere all my people stand up! '
All my tugs stand up, fist in the sky,
Girls too... hands high, now your chillin' with I,
Mr.brazilian, so of course the womaen is feelin'him,
Lyrics is brilliant, no question, illa state england,
I ain't watchin' the states neither, their whole
Shit's tired,
All the great rappers is either dead or retired,
All these soppy cunts, talkin' bout bitches n'
Blunts,
How much your chain cost, and you bustin' ya gun,
And you can't spit, your sticks, ya get hang a box in
The chops,
Silly boys can't bang with me, fools can't hangwith me,
Idont relly care unless it's paper or my family.
Home's this is the roads and there's only one
Strategy,
Though I hate my reality, it's just way it has to be,
[Chorus 2:]
'Coventry... stand up bradford... stand up...
Wolftown... stand up... glasgow... stand up
Cardiff... stand up... London... stand up
Anywhere everywhere, all my people stand up!
Derby... stand up... leicester... stand up...
Newcastle stand up... sheffield... stand up...
Belfast... stand up... London... stand up
Anywhere, everywhere, all my people stand up! '
I talk alot, but idon't conversate with punks,
Try so hard to teach but ya man dem are dunce,
Don't learn when the shit happen,
Burn when the clap em,
This is not a perm, but you worms get a relaxin'
My reaction, only in a street fashion,
I am not bulletproof- could get my melon
Splattered,
So I stay ready, spread positive energy,
But I know full well couple prars wanna bury me,
No reason, just cause, that's the negativity,
How could you be a nigga-not feelin' my delivery?
Lyrically, my ability, rippin' up killa's viciously,
Spitter's that wanna mimic me,
Stickin' them where the spirits be, huh
Pretty boy akala, move like a ape,
Skinny, but ipush plates, like I'm fresh off a 8,
Ah mate, so you relly shoulk sty in ya lane,

[Verse 1:]
They wonder why the caged bird sings
But even worse a pain
Is the bird with lead wings
It's like I'm on my own town
But can't speak the language
Crowded to the point of suffocation
Still feel stranded
What bandage could heal scars invisible
Existing is easy it's living that is difficult
It's like a ritual
I get close to believing
Then I put a fortress up to close in my feelings
Dreaming, so close to achieving
Then I throw it all away
Cause I'm scared to receive it
Living every day in my shadow
I find my resolve
When the cold night swallows that shadow
I travel through the landscape
Searching for why
But the question follows everywhere I go
Like the sky
You don't understand my soul
Well neither do I
[Chorus:]
It's just something inside my head
Won't set me free
Won't let me be
It's just something inside my head
Comin in between you and me
It's just something inside my head
[Verse 2:]
I wasn't born this way
My condition was learned
Once bitten twice shy I don't wanna be burned
When you travel a passage
That leaves your heart ravaged
Your mind waxes placid to limit the damage
Your reaction is passive
Whether you like it or not
You cannot win whether you fight it or not
Your brain swallows the pain and buries it instead
Now...
[Chorus:]
It's just something that guides my
Something that drives my
Something inside my head
[Verse 3:]
I offend myself then avenge myself
And pretend it helps to defend myself
I believe myself then deceive myself
To retrieve myself I don't need my help
Whether the brave myself or slave myself
It's strange every day I'm not the same myself

Nigger listen, when I spit on the riddem, I kill em,
Raw like the Ball of Brazilians,
You don't war, cor the kids brilliant,
Blood, I'm the heir to the throne,
Not William, Akala, smart as King Arthur,
Darker, harder, faster,
Rasclaat, I kick the illa shit,
It's like Shakespeare, with a nigger twist,
Lyricist, I'm the best on the road,
Nitro flow, oh-so-cold, I'm a blow yo,
Keep the hoes, I only want dough homes,
Nobody close, I'm alone in my own zone,
No no love for the po-po,
Loco when I rock mics solo,
I hope that you know, where you don't go thoe,
Want it with Bolo? Must be coco,
It's William back from the dead,
But I rap bout gats and I'm black instead,
It's Shakespeare, reincarnated,
Except I spit flows and strip hoes naked,
No fakin'-test my blood bruv,
It's William, back as a tug cause,
So real the shit I kick now,
Plus I don't rite, I recite my shit now,
Straight from the top, expert timin'
On top of that now, the whole things rhymin'
No more tights, now jeans saggin'
If I say so myself, I'm much more handsome,
Don't ever compare me to rappers,
I'm so quick-witted that I split em like fractions,
My shit, I tell em like this...
It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist...
[Chorus:]
I get you pumped up,
Feelin' like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the shit I kick, so crazy,
There ain't no ifs and maybe's,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies,
Pumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the shit I kick, so crazy,
There ain't no ifs and maybe's,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies.
I'm similar to William, but a little different,
I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth,
Stuck on the road, faces screwed up,
Feel like the world spat em out, and they
Chewed up,
It's a matrix, I try and explain it,
But on a real thoe still ready blaze em,
No contradiction just face it,
They so enslaved, they are worse than a agent,
I grace stages, sharp as razors,
Don't get cut cause, keep ya distance,
No artillery, tryna' be militant,
Ya'll dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it,
It's embarrassing watchin you babblin,
Keep spittin ya darts, mine is javelins,
The hood Tiger Woods too milly,
Number 1 for so long, it's just getting' silly,
Shit kinda like Bruce with da knuckles,
Like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle,
You don't trouble, left layin in a puddle,
Bruv you are havin a bubble,
I'm a whole different kettle of fish,
Thou shall not fuck with dis,
My shit, I tell em like this...
It's like Shakespeare with a nigger tiwst.
[Chorus]
To be fair, no MC close to the man,
Little just come yout's jumpin out of they pram,
Everybody badman, behind a mic stand,
It's not creative, one bag of hype, and
If you buss a ting, where's the mash?
Move so much food? Where's the cats?
These dudes ain't real, they just rap,
I don't spit what I don't know,
Just the facts,
No talks of rocks I ain't sold,
Shots I ain't blown,
My business ridiculous,
Sick with it, quick witted,
Companies head to head an liquidate it,
Welcome to illa state, meet ya fate mate,
Talk truth but we don't play games,
Move sick, look sample techno,
Never pull a ting, if it ain't gonna let go,
That's that, rap track,
Clap ya like a black gat,
Back chat, crack back,
I'm the nigger, that's that,
The rest of these kids is irrelevant,
Don't compare me to him,
That's just beggin' it,
I'm on my own shit,
Dicks ain't spit,
It's no democracy, dictatorship,
So dicks hate my shit,
I'm sick, raise ya spliff,
I'm swift, blaze em quick,
My hits, major shit,
I flip phrases quick,
My sick razor shit,
Give thick grazes quick,
And chicks say he's cris,
It's not a rumour,
That kid Akala,
No not "Ack-a-la", beg ya pardon,
Don't get it twisted,
Your on the sideline like a mistress,
I'm the whizzkid, with the sick shit,
My shit, I tell em like this,

It's my time like it or not gotta ride
Can't fight,
This thing'll take you with it like a landslide
My mind spitting rhymes refined as old wines
No games since age 5 I hold mine
Never fell for the spells
They tell in this world
I read Malcolm, you was learning to spell
I took exams early with the geeks in the school
Opened a business,
You were still chasing your balls
I spent my teens sticking but I'm one of Britain's best mathematicians
Official, I got the certificate
So however you want it kid
We could do scholarship politics
Or the opposite,
War with hollow tips No supathug, just I don't fear, why would I?
You bleed like me and breathe the same air
I got a purpose on this earth
And I ain't ready to go
So if I gotta send you first then let it be so
[Hook:]
Roll wid us or get rolled over [x3]
It's time now the wait is over
Roll wid us or get rolled over [x3]
It's time now the wait is over
It's bigger than the music
It's more like a movement
A unit a trueness spreading like rumours
They foolish, say I can't do it they doubt
Cause we acorns now
Just watch out for the tree that sprouts
When it does, remember I told you
I'm going from local to global
Poor and hopeful
From glueing back shoes
Cause they showing my toes through
To owning shoe companies
And yards on the coastal
If you real grab on, I'm taking the fam with me
But hold on tight cause we movin real swiftly
Fakes can't stop my flight
Not your life that's like
Trying to fight atomic war with a knife
Fight like mike with control not physically
If ignorance is bliss that explain my misery
I'm clear in my vision b, solve your mystery
Compete with me you get whitewashed like black history
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
It's not all gravy, man dem is shady
Tings is crazy but that don't phase me
It's not all gravy, man dem is shady
Tings is crazy but that don't phase me
Get yours, there's only one life to live
You gotta feed your kids, you gotta eat real big
Young soldier you can do whatever you want to
And no one out there can stop you
Not sure just watch me for practice
In these board meetings
Taking cheese off crackers
You actors are not factors, I see the bluff
Cause you sell crack
It does not mean that you're tough
It's the matrix and it's blatant you paper thugs are not ready yet
For getting unplugged
Grown man still talking like:
'You know who I am, where I'm from'
Bredren what the fuck are you on?
Telling the world who you shot
And what are you earning,
When you get popped that will not stop it from burning
So it's worthless, you gots to be a soldier
Watch me grind
You'll understand it as you get older
Nothing pretty but when I do things the job's over
Never stick at that critical moment, I'm potent
I'm focused, you jokers can't see me
I feel like a marksman at point blank

Akala... Mhm...
Storm's brewing...
Listen,
Roll with us or get rolled over
Waitin' for something real cool the wait is over
Them other niggers is liars talkin' 'bout violence
They ain't rhymin'
They singin' hit notes higher than Mariah
Bonfire upon informer
No love for the Po-Po
I bite like pitbulls
Y'all do what you're told though
I'm loco, I'm cold bro
Feel strong as a Volvo
Like the rush the first time smokin' that coco
But nah (I don't) touch dem ting...
It's common sense though
'Cause (that's) where things don't go
No no you don't want it
(For) your sake I hope so
I don't need a clique I'm a ten-man solo
Super-thug? yes I fear nobody
Probably learn the hard way:
Get hit with a shotty
There's no gangsters no more bredrin can't you see
Anybody will get it if it's really beef
You either real, or a dick
I'm far from a chief
I got Oxford scholar knowledge and I'm merely nineteen
Am I lyin'? you you tell me
I bleed and breath
Growin' up ma mommy's tears was a regular scene
Now it's that pain I use to feed my dreams
To stack cream
And to achieve more for my seeds
Best believe I'm like nothing you seen
Too raw
Got you shook like you was seven and you first watches "Jaws"
I'm the best
Bring any man you can find
I'll hit him so hard I'll seperate his thoughts from his mind
Back from his spine the rhymes of a shot from a nine
It's up to you blud it's your choice not mine
You want peace? I will teach
That's my mind frame
You want beef?
I'm wantin' more heads than the rain
Best be dreadin'
I mean what I said
They goin' out like armageddon
Only want my mum in church for weddings
For that reason
Beefin' is high treason
I be squeezin' till your breathin' turns to wheezin'
Machine's stopped beepin'
Heat make you taste defeat 'n
I won't lose 'cause I don't mind cheatin'
There's no rules
Whoever said there was is a fool
Nine to five, five to nine
Gotta hold that tool
'Cause these dudes are snakes
Sheeps posing as wolves
Real niggers live by respect, forever stand tall
I'll tell you straight
I pray for better days but as far as today
Gotta stay with a sick mindframe
It's not all gravy, niggers is shadey
I train daily like the Royal Navy
It's not for ladies
It's incase I get knocked by the old bailey
'Cause jail? one-on-one
Street? gun-to-gun
Little niggers is tiresome but
Back on this music, everybody lay low
I'm 'bout to blow that volcano
Shock you like [?]
Quiet storm brewin'
Rappin' since the days of Patrick Ewing
Best thing on the track since Carl Lewis
You a rapper? best get your tape out now
('cause) when I come out
Trust me I'm bound to shut you down
So you're fucked up now
If you're not down with our sound
Gimme a pound on ma crown... [?]

[Chorus]
Remember when I met you?
Heart went racing,
But I won't chase I was in a strange place then,
Faking, what on my face was blatant,
You could be mine but I'm scared of the taking,
Pacing, I was not used to the waiting; contemplating,
And I'm not talking about consummating,
Just conversation, let alone debating.
All the time in the world is all we've got and there's no need for waiting,
All the thoughts in my mind of what we could find got me anticipating,
Right now we're just friends and I like how we're shaping,
Plus I need time for the doubts that I'm facing,
Not about you, it's me who needs changing,
Look on my face you'll see that I'm gazing
But life is no oasis,
And soon things got complicated,
So I jumped ship, real quick,
'Cause I hit ship, sink and I really cannot take it,
'Cause I've never been here before,
In fact no where near before,
I don't quite know,
But I feel it from my afro to my big toe,
It's not working and I need my space,
Plus I gotta deal with this bullshit case,
So we parted ways and it felt real strange,
Didn't get much done with my days,
How will we ever see eye to eye?
I don't agree with myself even half the time,
Then it dawned on me, it's never plain sailing,
You can't succeed if you're afraid of failing
All the time in the world is all we have,
And there's no need for racing,
All the thoughts on my mind of what we could find got me anticipating,
Right now we're best friends and I like how we're shaping,
Plus I got over the doubts I was facing,
Couldn't change time but time had me changing,

I was the kid in school
With hand me downs from my sister
And gal dem still loved me now that's charisma
Front of my crep split
Ain't seen a barber for months
But the way I profile
You would have thought I was Trump
Back when I was spotty
And my head way outgrew my body
Even those times spittin it shoddy
Before I bust my first nut
Behind the trees in the park
You'd find me and Jay drunk way after dark
Bams too, looking for moves
Like bees do swarming
Funny thing we all got ball in the morning
We like thirteen
But grown as we see it
You find us any Saturday night in coliseum
Sticking dick to big gal
And I told her my age straight
Never been one to play games
Or watch face or none of that
Pop shots I'm gunning back
No ball to catch
Look how these cowards running back
No matter what they say to you
No matter what they put you through
Always to yourself stay true
You gotta hold your head up high
When you feel you've hit the ground
And they seem to laugh out loud
Whatever goes up must come down
You gotta hold your head up high
For my young tugs on every block
Eighth in their sock
With aims to get paid and parade in the drop
Sweet kids get older
Grow chips on both shoulders
Daddy left it seems the wind done blow colder
Even in july
That's why we hoodied the whole year
Mothers lose sons when them clouds disappear
Nothin sweet out here
But I count my blessings
Been through a lot of shit
But I take it as lessons
Just a young yout that ain't never had nothing
Many times went to school
Stomach still rumblin
Still felt like I had a right to fuck
Brought gal to my yard
And the power would cut
While youts sleeping
I'm at the launderette before school
With big bin liners still trying to look cool
At the time it was hell
Now I just laugh
Funny how you change
The way you feel about the past
If they put your back to the wall
You gotta stand tall
Don't watch these little dicks
All they do is talk
Fuck em all I'm rollin
Real niggas'll roll wid it
Yeah life's a bitch
But I still wanna hit it
Spit what's real to me nothing more
Nothing less
Niggas ain't got no homes
But roll with stones around they neck
Can't you see you're the diamond
Always shining
Plus the only thing

A rope tightens
Breath constricted
No hand pulls this is self-inflicted sickness
Sickness
Self diagnosed without witness
Wish list grip fist
The beggary of riches
A belly full fights never willingly
An empty stomach does not have the energy to finish it
Layers in between
Padded by a dream
Stretching for the means
Without thought of exhausting the seams
No space for indiginity
On the face of simplicity
A taste of sufficiency's
A bellyfull of lethargy
A dash of apathy a pinch of extacy's a recipe
Serving up a feast for the beast of our treachery
Not sure if your getting celebrity's out effigy
I hear just fine
But I'm deaf to those next to me
Conflict it perplexes me
Cause out biggest battle
Is now we're so free that we choose to be shackled
I'm stuck freedom lasso
This invisible strain of the human stain
Colours every brain, vein
Thus chained to another's pain
We may not be the artist by we surely are the fram
We may just be the smoke
But we cannot blame the flame
Strange is the fruit
That nourishes not the vein
Yet we are odder still
For we seek it like the rain
Nothing bounds out path
Yet we march perfect in lane
Whoever saw a tiger that desired to be tamed?
Reality defies
Nature does not know surprise
Yet the lesion of our season blinds even the eagle's eyes
Spies dread not headlock tight as threadknot
Get lost why throw a bone to a dead dog?
This is not charity
That is just sarcasm
That's why we bite so hard and never bark at em
Spark at em's insane
It's play gather and prey
When even the mighty tiger
He desires to be tamed
I'm stuck freedome lasso
They act as if it's positive
Though it's so obviously derogative
And even if you're bobby
This is never your prerogative
It's obvious we're warriors
And crooked just like bobby is
But colleges and mockeries
Will never make a socrates
Apologies and robberies
They follow with atrocity
Sorrow and hypocrisy
Don't make very good crockery
Watchin' this it's horror bliss
And one day I will promise this
The day the tiger wakes

Yes, I grew up on the dole in a single parent family
Been through a little bit of tragedy
Yes I was around drugs and violence
Before the day that I started secondary
And that's part of it
Not half of it
Get the picture, the rest ain't necessary
Growin' up, got a little caught up
But that ain't even half of my life
I was also given the knowledge of self
That is all we actually need to survive
If you saw me aged 9, reading Malcolm just fine
Teachers still treated me stupid
Students that couldn't speak English, they put me in groups with
And the irony is
Some of the first man to give me schoolin'
You would call gangsters
But I already explained, we know what the truth is
They used to say 'Don't be like me'
Yeah I got a name and dough on the street
Night time comes, I can't sleep
And that's the part that rappers don't speak
We don't hit the road cause we are thugs
Don't come out the womb, wanting to sell drugs
If we got the right guidance and love
Would we fight people just like us?
How could I knock the hustle to get by?
How do you think I ate as a child?
Judge no one, done many things wrong
I just don't boast about it songs
But listen to my older bars
I was just as confused as you probably are
But you grow and you learn
Travel and fuck up,
One too many man you know get cut up
One too many man that could've been doctors
End up spending their whole life boxed up
You learn, if you study
It's all set out just to make them money
No cover, it's all about getting poor people to fight with one another
So it's logical that us killing our brothers,
Dissin' our mothers
Is right in line with the dominant philosophy of our time
But time is a cycle, not a line
Comes back around you regain your mind
You be ready for the energy I channel in my rhymes
Remedy the pedigree, the jeopardy of mine
When the world's this fucked up, lethargy's a crime
We can all fight with our brothers over crumbs,
Far harder to fight the one who makes guns
We can all talk shit and get two dollars
Far harder to be the one who seeks knowledge
If we understood economics
We'd know money's nothin'
Think nothing of it
Money is a means to get wealth, not the wealth itself
Don't get confused, I'm far from broke
All that you see me do I own
But I won't hang what I make around my neck
I know from where that the diamonds came
But I do quite literally own a library,
That definitely costs more than your chain
And businesses, and properties
Far from starvin', I eat quite properly
And I don't care, just said it for the kids
Who need to know that you're not broke to listen
Don't know an asset from a liability
They've never been shown or told the difference
So they don't change situations
Richest man in Britain is Asian
That's significant, not coincidence,
Asian people build businesses,
Not by flossin/going out shoppin'
Giving out their culture for everyone's profit
Who run's Bollywood? Indian people
Who owns our shit?
So we shake our arse and dance
As if racism just upped and vanished
But has it? No it's right on course
You're beaten so bad, you're trained to ignore
Let me not just make sweeping statements
Gimme a second, I'll explain it
For small amounts of drug possession there's more black people in jail in America than there is for rape and armed robbery and murder all put together
You can say they're just locking up thugs,
Imagine if they locked up every middle class kid that had ever held drugs,
Oh that's right, that'd be your kids!
Bigger than that what is going on with this,
Prison in America's a private business
They get paid 50k per year per inmate by the State, just wait...
Also legally are allowed to use their prison inmates as slaves
Cheap slave labour, big corporations
They come out of jail, can't get a job
So when we celebrate going to jail,
We are LITERALLY CELEBRATING ENSLAVEMENT
Add to that, that the hood that you're livin'
Engineered social condition that breeds crime by design
Where do you think you get your nine?
You can say that they're just black,
But I like to deal with facts
In the 1920s you would've found in America
Black towns,
Prospering centres of economics and education to make you proud
But some people couldn't bear that the former slaves would not just lie down
So the KKK and other hate groups burnt those towns to the ground
Killin hundreds,
If it ain't understood,
You think you were always livin' in the hood?
Shit it's only been sixty years
Since they hung blacks and burned em'
And that was so cool
Day reel passes, picnic baskets
Even gave kids the day off school
To go see a lynchin'
Have a picnic
It's fun to watch the little monkeys die (!)
Then people act a little dysfunctional
You wanna pretend that you don't know why
If your colour means you can be killed
And you're powerless to get justice about it
Is it difficult to figure out how you would then end up feelin' about it?
And that ain't excuses,
Just dealing with the roots of abuses that make a reality
Where a generation of young men speak of ourselves as dirt casually
That's America,
This Britain,
Some things are similar,
Some different,
In this country the first enslaved were the working class
What's changed?
Worst jobs, worst conditions
Worst taxed, look where you're livin'
You go to the pub, Friday night,
You will fight with a guy,
Don't know what for,
But won't fight with a guy, suit and a tie,
Who sends your kids to die in a war,
They don't sell the kids of the richer politicians,
It's your kids, the poor british
That they send to go die in a foreign land
For these wars you don't understand,
Yeah they say that you're British
And that lovely patriotism they feed ya
But in reality you have more in common with immigrants
Than with your leaders
I know, both side of my family
Black and white are fed ghetto mentality
Reality in this system,
Poor people are dirt regardless of shade
But with that said,
Let's not pretend that everything is the same
When our grandparents came here to Britain
If you had a criminal record you couldn't get in
Yet that ain't protect them from all the stupid, stupid abuses they would be livin'
Kicked in the teeth,
Stabbed in the street,
Many times fired bombed our houses,
Put faeces through our letter box
And of course the cops did so much about it (!)
Daily, up to the 80s
People spittin' into my pram cause' I was a coon baby
But of course that has had no effect on why today we are crazy
And none of this was for any good reason
They were just dark and breathing
To ease the guilt now for all of this treatment
Constant stereotypes and needed
So if I celebrate how big that my dick is,
Bricks that I'm flippin'
Clips that I'm stickin'
Chicks that I'm hittin'
I'm playing my position
But if I teach a kid to be a mathematician,
Messin' with the schism,
How they gonna fill a prison when materialism is no longer our religion?
What do you think we got now in Britain?
Just like America, private prisons
Prisons for profit!
That mean when your kids go jail people make money off it,
So keep environments that breed crime
Build more jails at the same time
Market badness to the kids in the rhymes
As long as rich kids ain't dying it's fine!
Get em' to the point where some are so lost
They actually believe that if they don't celebrate killin' themselves off
That it's because they're soft
Was Malcom soft?
Was Marley soft?
Tell me was Marcus Garvey soft?
Well? Was Mohammed Ali soft?
Nah, Nah I think not!
But they want us to think that the road is cool
Being on road is all we can do
We don't control the wholesale productions
Who benefits from us movin' the food?
Or thinking there's no way out of road life
But Malcolm X used to hustle out on the roadside
When Marcus Garvey organised more than 6million people
With no Facebook or Twitter
Why is this something you cannot equal?
Shiiiiit!
One of my homeboys did a ten straight in the box in yard
Now what's he doing?
Passin' his doctorate
Don't tell me that it's too hard!
Who trained you to believe that you're inferior?
Sungbo Eredo in Nigeria are the remains of an ancient moat,
Dug 1000 years ago
20 metres wide, 70 down,
Round the remains of an ancient town
That's 400 square miles around
400 square miles around
Please, please don't believe me,
It was a documentary on BBC!
But we ain't studyin' history,
Too busy watching MTV
And MTV said wear platinum,
Now everybody wanna go and wear platinum,
And MTV said pop magnums,
Now everybody wanna go and pop magnums
If MTV said drink prune juice
You would start hearing that in tunes soon,
'Hey! Today I wore my Cartier,
Is it now more important what I got to say? '
Oh and I drive a Mercedes by the way
So everybody listen to what I got to say
Huh, does that make you all happy?
Ahh but shit my head's still nappy
Think for myself, still some mad at me
But on the mic ain't not one bad as me
All of this here's good for the rhymes
Put us in the same place at the same time
And it's clear to everybody that I'm out of my mind
Some of these guys are runnin' out of their rhymes
Clear to everybody that has got ears
I'm the guy that they just might fear
They wanna get near but they can't have a peer
Ah dear I'm hard liquor you're just like beer
Front on the kid for another five years
Come to my shows and some cry tears
It mean that much to em', it's a movement!
I don't speak for myself but a unit,
Black, white, man, woman, anyone that respects truth we put in
Dudes are like dinner with no puddin'
Yeah you're sweet but no substance puddin'
You could never ever be with a level on
Our songs get out played out there in Lebanon
We speak for the people properly
Not for the old fat guys in offices
And the girls love him, it ain't fair
He can't even be bothered to comb his hair
Anyway that's enough kissin' my own arse
Back to the more important task of being so shower
I got half the hood screaming "KNOWLEDGE IS POWER"
And I ain't saying that will change rap
But I do know this for a fact
Right now there's a yout' on your block
With his hands on his balls, face screwed up
Swear he don't care, don't give a fuck
That he won't let nobody caught his block
But the words go in
Open your shackles
Because once that's happened there's no going back
Once you start to see what is really happening
Who the enemy you should be attackin' is
So READ, READ, READ!
Stuck on the block, READ, READ!
Sittin' in the box, READ, READ!
Don't let them say what you can achieve
Cause when people are enslaved
One of the first things they do is stop them reading
Cause' it is well understood that intelligent people will take their freedom
Cause' if we knew our power we would understand that we can't be held down
If we knew our power, we would not elevate not one of these clowns
If we knew our power, we wouldn't get arrogant when we get two pennies
If we knew our power, we would see what everybody sees, that we're rich already!
But never mind MCs go run for your mummy
I'm hungry, I run for my tummy
That's enough back to worshipping money

Apparently I'm second generation black Caribbean and half white Scottish whatever that means
See lately I feel confused with the boxes, cause to me all they do is breed conflict,
It not that I've lost touch with the reality racism, sexism and nationality,
Just to me it all seems like insanity, why must I rob you of your humanity
To feel good about mine, it's all about crime dehumanizing is how I justify it,
So I must keep on lying about the history of africa, so I can live the with massacres and
Repeat my mantra of Muslim and terrorist so I can sleep at night as bombs take flight,
Eyes wide but I'm blind to the sight too busy chasing the perfect life and the working class keep them uneducated
Truly educated men could never be racist, to educate is to draw out what is within are all not the same under the skin,
I got a heart like yours that pumps blood and oxygen and insecurities are a whole lot of them,
I'm scared like you deep down,
I really do care that world is not fair like you,
But I don't even believe my own prayers like you,
Chasing career going nowhere like you,
Lost in a fog of my own insecurities I hold myself up as a image of purity,
And I judge everybody else by the color of their skin or the size of their wealth
But it's not good for my health as the only one I ever really judge is my self
The oppressor must suffer like the oppressed though I pretend I'm in control of this mess
By inflating my ego, puffing my chest I see my weakness and need to show strength
For what we think strong is cause if were honest true strength is the strength to be honest
And if I'm honest I am just tired if I'm honest I am just tired,
Tired of everyday filling up my car and knowing that I'm paying for the bombs in Iraq
Tired of pretending like it don't hurt my heart, of wanting change but not knowing where to start
Tired of listening to all the conditioning and all the forms they have me filling in.
Next time you see what is a thug and despise him, please know I was just like him,
Cause I was like eight the first time I saw crack, same time I first smoked weed chicking on blowbacks,
First time I saw knifes penetrate flesh it was meat cleavers to the back of the head,
As I grew and teenage years passed many more knifes pierced and the shots blast
And I not saying I had the worst upbringing but there a million young men just like me in prison
We complain about racism and elevate clowns with their trousers down swinging their dicks round,
Maybe that is not quite literal but everything they do is just as stereotypical,
To my real fans I feel your pain and I get the messages but don't complain that we ain't got more fame for paying our part,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,
Call it black radio don't make laugh, so is black music all about tits and arse,
You don't represent nothing your just pretending, when was the last time you ever played
Hendrix or miles davis or john Coultrain or elefits gerald or billy Holliday
We can call it urban to me that's cool if urban means street that means jazz to and rock for that matter
Go ask Mick jagger or jimmy page what they were listening to - the blues
Not discrediting love Zeppelin to just giving credit where credit is due
That blood socked word rappers still use that just shows we still self abuse,
That was the word that was used to kill kelsa, coultrain and emit till
Hat was the word that the conscience eased and made people pleased to hung you from trees
That was the word that let the rips crack no matter what you say you can't take it back
And I can say their black so I feel their pain easier but 1915 look at armenia,
If the whole world is human stupidity though we choke ourselves to death quite literally
And I can talk with my comfortable mouth, with my comfortable cloths and my comfortable house
The tables will turn, we can but stall them every empire on this earth has fallen
So unless we can find another way maybe not today but it will come one-day,
It may sound like I'm bitter but in-fact truth be told I am quite the opposite,
I wake everyday and am overwhelmed just to be alive and be like no one else
And the sheer weight of the thought of space is enough to keep my little ego in place
All that we chase and try to replace all along it was right in our face,
The only we the only way we can ever change anything is to look in the mirror and find no enemy,
The only way we can ever change anything, look in the mirror and find no enemy,

Sorry kids let me apologize before I go further
Unfortunately I don't rap about how many man I have murdered
And you may find it boring appalling and I ain't scoring braps
From your little rat packs for just stating facts
See I lack not the ability to murder man lyrically
I just thought that killing should not be glorified, silly me
Apparently murdering man has become an aspiration
But what would happen if you reversed the situation?
Every black rapper claiming he clap a black in the face, talked about killing white people as much, would he still get embraced?
Or would you find the applauding would quickly turn to appalling and you got no career here by the next morning
I ain't saying you should do that, it is true that would be just as dumb
I am just pointing out how absurd it has become
If a Chinese rapper were to say die 'Chink' die
Everybody would be like 'What is wrong with this guy? '
But some of us have become so accustomed to just behave disgusting
We think it's just our behaviour and it ain't worth discussion
Or worse yet that it is cultural expression
But who owns Baretta and who owns Smith and Wesson?
Who owns the car you're driving that you think's defining who you are
Running from yourself you'll find there is no hiding
So you can boast about your Prada and your Christian Dior
Still security will follow you when you're in the store
And you can boast about your platinum chains and your diamond rings
While kids in Sierra Leone keep on losing limbs
Act like you got no brain and you ain't got no shame and say so what I am getting dough
But you're pawns in a game
They are laughing at the little coons
Who really think they are goons
Real goons don't wear platinum chains they wear ties and suits
They don't live in estates and sell flake
They invade with guns and tanks and take your whole state mate
So pardon me if I don't find it funny
You boast about it but do you even know what is money?
See it's hard to act dumb when you have read a couple hundred books
But still in anybody's hood so tell me who is shook?
When you have been to Brazil and stood in favela streets next to kids holding hand grenades and M16s when you come back to London it ain't serious
The ghetto is in our heads
We are delirious
If you lived in a real slum without food or running water
Where police drive by and kill sons and daughters
You would give your right arm just to go to school
Instead what do we do?
The killer the trigger the play the fool
I ain't saying school is the answer, educate yourself
See it's not the money you make, you are the wealth
I ain't saying we ain't got a struggle right here in Britain
But you're taught to act inferior and play position perfectly
It's disturbing me, the verbal murder be absurd to me
It occurred to me if you have not heard of me
It's probably because I do not rap about Gucci and booty
Quite enough for the urban scene to fully salute me
But I don't really care, I'm too busy writing my master thesis
It's hard to play the stereotype when you study Egypt
Plus urban scene we're racist to ourselves
Elevating words of hate we're merely hating ourselves
And if you are musically broad or dare to speak intelligent
People look at you like who the hell you think you are better than
I'm better than no-one on this earth and I know I'm not
But I refuse to play small just to fit in your box
And I don't hate none of these other rappers
In fact it's quite the other
Look at me as your bigger wiser older brother
And as a brother should I tell you you're in trouble
If they clap when you're talking of killing do they really love you?
If record label bosses kids were dying, would they sell us violence
As quickly as they are ready to desensitise us?
They tell you to shit on your floor while holding all the scoops
Then throw you a bone like a dog jumping through a hoop
Don't take it as a compliment because it is not that
If I tell you that you're African you tell me it's not that
But humanity is African even if not black
The truth can be painful
Sshhh better stop that
It's so inconvenient
For those at the top that you talk too much truth and you might just get popped at
And if women are such hoes that we do not want to kiss them
What does it say about us that we want to put our dick in?
I'm done with the lies third eye open wide I see the tougher that you act the weaker you really feel inside
So all the killer the trigger and when we call ourselves niggas
And want platinum chains bigger than jigga's
It's just to run from the fact that we feel insecure
Get as many things as you want but you cannot restore
The core of who you are truly that will surpass beauty
That comes from knowledge of yourself and a sense of duty
So all my brothers pretending that we are thugs
Know if we are honest we just want to be loved
But we feel that we are not worthy and that we are not smart
So we act aggressive to protect our fragile little hearts
But we've got to deal with this pain or it will consume
That's enough honesty now let's resume...
Turn this off go back to rappers that tell you kill
But inside of yourself you know that this is real
Akala on sbtv DOUBLETHINK May 3rd check the CD
If you want a little knowledge bigger than college
I PROMISE YOU the metaphorics that will offer you solace like...
The Great Pyramid alone 2.3 million stones
If you took them apart and placed them in a row
They would stretch 2/3 way around the earth
That is more stone that there is in every single British church (put together)
Each one cut to a degree of accuracy of 1/1000 of an inch
Well what does that mean?
In 1978 the Japanese ran an experiment to rebuild them with modern technology and failed terribly

[Chorus:]
Young money, love money, blood money, right
Your money, war money, more money, right
They don't even really understand what it's like Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
[Hook:]
We're electro livin' in the land of the light
Everything is switched on but something don't work right
Do whatever you gotta do to make it through the night
But whatever you do, don't believe the hype
Let's have a little natter about a couple of matters
Pour me a couple of cha a little butter and crackers
The kids are unruly news does not fool me
And if TV don't play me no more just Youtube me
Hit 'em with electro retro meets techno
Rap rock kid push back the threshold
So take your best shot with ya best shooter here we are now, entertain us computer
[Chorus:]
Young money, love money, blood money, right
Your money, war money, more money, right
They don't even really understand what it's like Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
[Hook:]
We're electro livin' in the land of the light
Everything is switched on but something don't work right
Do whatever you gotta do to make it through the night
But whatever you do, don't believe the hype
They can't change what it is just by putting a name on
Or make something art just by shoving a frame on
Or become less guilty just by passing the blame on
Or ramp with Akala, where's your brain gone?
I'm the rapper that's dapper
No matter the chatter
The illest whipper snapper
From the land of sausage and batter
We're fat are getting fatter
And the man' are as mad as a hatter
The goffer or the gaffer
Well bruv, I'm the latter
[Chorus:]
Young money, love money, blood money, right
Your money, war money, more money, right
They don't even really understand what it's like Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
[Hook:]
We're electro livin' in the land of the light
Election living in the land of the right
Do whatever you gotta do to make it through the night
But whatever you do, don't believe the hype
Thing aren't what they seem, despite what they tell you
Beware of the truth or it will send you to bellevue
If you take a closer look and uncover the veil
You will see tere just salesmen with nothing to sell you
But these wags, with their fags and Cristian Dior bags
Shagged and they brag and pose for lads' mags
It is sad, we are sad for things we can not have
But we are not sad for Baghdad
[Chorus:]
Young money, love money, blood money, right
Your money, war money, more money, right
They don't even really understand what it's like Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'
Electro livin' in the land of the light
Electro livin'

That boy Akala is a diamond fella
All you little boys are a comedy of errors
You and your fellas get played like the cello
I'm doing my ting your jealous like othello
Who You? Wha you gonna do?
All you little boys get tamed like the shrew
Your mid summer dreaming
Your tunes ain't appealing
I'm capulet your montague I ain't feelin
I am the julius ceasar hear me
The merchant of venice could'ntsell your CD
As for me alls well that ends well
Your boys like macbeth, your going to hell
Measure 4 measure, I am the best here
Your merry wives of windsor not king lear
I don't no bout timon, I know he was in anthens
When I come back like hamlet you pay 4 your actions
That boy Akala, I do it as you like
Your much a o nothing all you do is bite
I'm too tight I don't need 12 knights
All you little tempests get murked on the mic
Of course I am the 1 wiv the force
Your historys just like henry the 4th
I'm fire fings look dire
Better run like pericles prince of a tyre
Off the scale cold as a winters talke
Yitus andronicus was bound to fail
So will you if Akala get at ya
That's 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 veron
This is illa state and I am the owner
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 you made if you gain the whole world
But sell your own soul for the price of a pearl
The word is my oyster and I'm starvin
Iwant much more than a penny ot a farthing
I told no joke I hope your not laughing
Poet or pauper which do you class him?
Speak eloquent though I am resident
To the gritter inner city
That's surely irrelevant
Call it Urban, Call it Street
I rose by other name smell just as sweet
Spit so hard but I'm smart as the bard come
Through with a union jack full of yard
Akala Akala where 2 art thou
I'm the black Shakespeare an
The streets out now
Chance never did crown me this is destiny
You still talk but it still perplexes me
Devour cowards thousands per hour
Don't you know the kings name is 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 you could never possibly
For certain I put daggers in a phrase
I'll put an end to your dancin days
No matter what you say it will never work
Wrens can't make prey
Where eagles won't perch
I'm the worst with the words
Cause I curse on my verbs
I'm the 1st with a verse to rehearse
With a nurse
There's a hearse for the 1st jerk who
Turn berserk
Off with his head cause it must not work
Ramp with Akala that's true madness
And there's no method in it, just sadness
I speak with the daggers and the
Hammers of passion
When I'm rappin I attack them in a military fashion
The pattern of my rappin-chattin could'ntever map it
And I run more rings round things that saturn
Sick never slackin like a pig with a baton verses
Split big kids wigs when I'm rappin
That boy Akala he black Shakespeare
Didn't wanna listen when I said last year
Rich like a gem in a ethiopes ear
Tell them all again

Can I take you back for a minute
It's not just lyrics
I live it I'm spillin my spirit
On the beat like streets cold as blizzards
Late night drownin' my sorrow in a bottle of spirits
Was a sweet child, that characters missing No trace, now it's bora in coat and screw face
Colder, soldier, angry young male
Don't ask how, you already know the tale
Never lived with my father
Nasty break up with my mum and her partner,
And of course, times was harder,
Moms did her best with the strength she could muster,
But she so stressed it was us that would suffer, Plus school teachers hate me, say that I'm feisty,
Play all kinda mind games to try break me
Helped turn a innocent kid, into a ignorant pig,
Fuck em anyway, I still got straight A's
Winter was real, no gas
I went to bed in full clothing
Back when my world was closing in and mom was sick
I can't explain the pain when the news came
Sorta like the blizzard that came after the rain
My mind was a prison, I visioned the worst
Ran home from school, wanted to get there first
Didn't want either of my sisters, to find what I pictured
Moms was too strong, she just soldiered on,
Dad, I ain't mad,
Don't think I don't understand,
But I still had to learn how to be a man,
Standing on my own two, not the way you supposed to,
Funny how the cycle repeats,
Nobody showed you, Wouldn't believe I told you what I had to go through,
Pressure couldn't fold me, but turnt my heart cold G,
What don't kill you make you strong supposedly,
That must be why nobody can hold me.
Yeah I had a struggle, but really it's sugar-coated,
When you think of all the millions barely living and hopeless,
In the news Mother and child, bellies bloated,
Put yourself in their shoes, knowin' death is approachin,
But it's not fate, it's bait, they were thrown in,
The deep end of the endless ocean of mans sin,
Politics, religion, man philosophise,
Got technology and television,
Still don't know why the worlds a weight on top of your shoulders,
But we fold up, true we can't hold up them boulders,
I been through the shit, but came out like roses,
I'm blessed, don't ever think I don't notice,
I know I got a path, but it's hard to stay focused,
Specially on these roads, where foes are like roaches,
Foul and I crush em and I won't even notice,

[Verse 1:]
No more bluffin it's, I'm a feel it in my belly button
I'm a gluttin 4 ya blushin ya sweet little nuffin
Your discussion and your fussin and your face when ya cussin,
Even when ya wrong and no one can tell you nuffin
I'm addressin to the fact that, I can put my trust in,
Man sexy but it's more than disgustin
My rushin, my gushin and when we push each others buttons
Love you, so what's love time even when we fuckin
Gluttin for ya stuffin n I want another clubbin
[?] for ya lovin your huggin and back rubbin
But, every so often I feel like I'm stuck in
We don't give each other space, push eachothers buttons
One can't speak shit without the other one buttin
We talk a lot of shit but it don't mean nuffin
I say that I'm fuckin but you no that I'm bluffin
Listen for a minute baby let me tell you something
[Chorus 1: x2]
Let's take it slowly... bit by bit
Just get to no me... bit by bit
I no were not perfect but... bit by bit
I no that were worth it... bit by bit by bit
Take it slowly... bit by bit
Just get to no me... bit by bit
I no were not perfect but... bit by bit
I no that were worth it... bit by bit by bit
[Verse 2:]
Every time that we sinnin I feel that I'm really winnin
When we finished and I'm grinning and I'm bringin another innings
We just fulfillin the mission were relivin
I feel that I'm givin back myself that was missin
I'm more like I'm drillin to myself that was hidden
I'm a villain and I'm wicked but I'm also really timid,
I'm rigid and I pivot but I'm careful not to fidget,
Stick with it, I'm tryna get close to your spirit
It's kinda like a riddle, I'll figure ya just a little
A wolves turned pit and throw me, in the middle
The shirt comes down by your neck just a little
It ain't even hot but u sweating just a little
I feel like I might of found my wife just a little
Kinda like I understand life just a little
We can spend time, together, more than a little
You wana stay forever do my thing just a little
[Chorus 2:]
Let's take it slowly... bit by bit
Just get to no me... bit by bit
I no were not perfect but... bit by bit
I no that were worth it... bit by bit by bit
Take it slowly... bit by bit
Just get to no me... bit by bit
I no were not perfect but... bit by bit
I no that were worth it... bit by bit by bit
Be my lady... bit by bit
We can make babies... bit by bit
Drive each other crazy... bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit
Be my lady... bit by bit
We can make babies... bit by bit
Drive each other crazy... bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit
[Chorus 1: x2]
Let's take it slowly... bit by bit
Just get to no me... bit by bit
I no were not perfect but... bit by bit
I no that were worth it... bit by bit by bit
Take it slowly... bit by bit
Just get to no me... bit by bit
I no were not perfect but... bit by bit

Give me any beat and it's no skin off my nose
No little boy nowhere touch my flows, ice cold
When I give it to em I'm nice bro
Playin with ya life like runnin on tight ropes
U don't want it with the kid spit it straight from the top
For my niggas lickin shots what are straight from the block
Back & 4th with the pot make do with what u got
Never ever try be sumthing now that I'm not, just a nigga from the gutter
Struggling for bread & butter & I grew up on the dole I'm hungry as a motherfucker
That's why I flow better move like a go-getta
And I'm on my grind got no time for no-heffa, girls love him though
Say that he's handsome no mansion or phantom a young black branson
Illastate, illastate you could never immatate, hand of the god on our side like riverplate
Rap marradon but I'm not coke out bangin 1-20 in the gym siping ginsing
You know that boy akala, beat kids down just like their father
Sick when I spit on rhyums Like a clip, Lyrics hit 'em
So vivid with it A blind man can see their visions
So kids sit and listen
Shit, I'm a flippin' villain

The place where ya find the coldest ballers you ever seen,
But they locked up or dead, not in the premier league,
Best kid that I knew turned feind by 16,
It seems things never the way you see in ya dreams,
Years past, tears start, kids turn to teens,
That sweet child you knew, grill dun turn mean,
Daddy left him and reality set in, there's no cream,
And it's embarrassing goin school with holes in ya jeans,
So you know the cycle, it's little bags of green,
Get expelled and sell the world hell by 16,
Fuck a couple pristine chicks that suck dick mean,
Couple bottles of cris sipped and wrist slit mean,
And it's logical, lucky niggas do time that's horrible,
Catch the flipside and ya speak with the oracle,
It's fucked up yeah, but that's just how it is,
And ain't nuttin' on these roads gonna change but the clip,
[Chorus:]
This is London,
Black tugs bust big slugs,
This is London,
Give ya fuckin' punks tough love,
This is London,
Single mums dat pump drugs,
This is London, Bruva this is London
(London calling...)
The place where it don't matter if you never sold a shot,
Never run up on a nigga like "gimme what you got",
Get ya brain sprayed on the pave, in front of the rave,
No reason, other than niggas is frustrated,
So many catchin cases, over screw faces,
And dumb shit, like we come from different places,
London, get ya shit smoked like a chalice,
Same city, different planet, from
Buckingham Palace,
Where young tugs is clutchin' big straps that's Russian,
And dyin' to buss it, what the fuck good is discussions?
Where hood rats is suckin, any dick that push a nice sumthin',
And them said gyal'a get you set like ya life's nuthin',
Cause life's nuthin', that's just how it is,
And there ain't nuthin on these roads
Gonna change but the clip,
[Chorus]
The place where you don't fuck with the
Turks or the Asians,
Triads, pikey's, even Caucasians,
Where them cockney boys will chiv your face, you mug,
No love, every colour mentality thug,
But we take it to a whole 'nother level,
Little girls gettin' shot in the back is not clever,
Never far from the hood, even in the sticks,
Couple wrong turns, get dash out ya whip,
By some little skinny kid, think he big with the chrome,
They said he'd be the next Ian Wright but the skunk said no,
In this place, if you work you're an idiot,
Most of the smartest muthafuckers illiterate,
Cause tax is a bitch, take half of ya pension,
Just to fight war, now they want congestion,
And they wonder why we all goin insane,
This is London, tell me is your city the same?

It's all bullshit
We invaded Iraq cause we were checkin
That's bullshit
If they had weapons we would have kept stepping
Bullshit
Saddam would have bus it with no question
No bullshit
Pretty much every rap record
Now that's bullshit
Black boys killin eachother
Now that's bullshit
Especially cause it's over nothing
Now that's bullshit
I rep my ends and I'm thuggin
Now that's bullshit
Look at what we do to our mothers
Now that's bullshit
Bullshit Politicians talk never do shit
It's bullshit
All of what they feed us in the news
It is bullshit
Plus what they teach us in the schools
It is bullshit
The war's bullshit
It's all bullshit
Bullshit
Politicians talk never do shit
It's bullshit
All of what they feed us in the news
It is bullshit
Plus what they teach us in the schools
It is bullshit
The war's bullshit
It's all bullshit
BULLSHIT
They rob the third world of every cent
Now that's bullshit
Now you got third world debt
Now that's bullshit
You get your cheque there's never nothing left
Now that's bullshit
Then you pay tax on what you spend
Now that's bullshit
Then you even gotta pay tax on your pension
Now that's bullshit
They still wanna take your inheritance
Now that's bullshit
English kids rappin American
Now that's bullshit
The war's bullshit
It's all bullshit
Extending the congestion charge Now that's bullshit
Never fuckin nowhere to park
Now that's bullshit
Most of what you learn in class
Now that's bullshit
Especially regarding the past
Now that's bullshit
Men beating up on their spouse
Now that's bullshit
Rockin jewels but you ain't got a house
Now that's bullshit
Every single syllable that come out your mouth
Now that's bullshit
The war's bullshit
It's all bullshit
Bullshit
Politicians talk never do shit
It's bullshit
All of what they feed us in the news
It is bullshit
Plus what they teach us in the schools
It is bullshit
The war's bullshit
It's all bullshit
Bullshit
Politicians talk never do shit
It's bullshit
All of what they feed us in the news
It is bullshit
Plus what they teach us in the schools
It is bullshit
The war's bullshit
It's all bullshit
Pull me over 5 times in a day
Now that's bullshit
And I got attitude if I have something to say
Now that's bullshit
The wage MPs get paid
Now that's bullshit
They won't give firefighters a raise
Now that's bullshit
Football fans monkey sounds
Now that's bullshit
Black players that didn't speak out
Now that's bullshit
White players that didn't speak out
Now that's bullshit
The war's bullshit
It's all bullshit
Places where kids can't eat
Now that's bullshit
But AK47s are free
Now that's bullshit
Here you go fight for me
Now that's bullshit
And I'll take the minerals please
Now that's bullshit
Traffic wardens getting commission
Now that's bullshit
The motherfuckin weather in Britain
Now that's bullshit
All them weak raps that your spittin
Now that's bullshit
The war's bullshit
It's all bullshit
Bullshit
Politicians talk never do shit
It's bullshit
All of what they feed us in the news
It is bullshit
Plus what they teach us in the schools
It is bullshit
The war's bullshit
It's all bullshit
Bullshit
Politicians talk never do shit
It's bullshit
All of what they feed us in the news
It is bullshit
Plus what they teach us in the schools
It is bullshit
The war's bullshit
It's all bullshit
AIDS comes from Africans fuckin a monkey
Now that's bullshit
Farrakhan banned from the country
Now that's bullshit
Rapists come here and it's lovely
Now that's bullshit
What the fuck is wrong with our government?
Now that's bullshit
Paedophiles get light sentence
Now that's bullshit
Ask yourself why they defend them
Now that's bullshit
Broke niggaz flossin with benzes

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Mil notas de cristal
El tiempo funde
Dónde irán?
Dónde irán.
Primavera loca
Que reflejas
En gotas de lluvia
Esa canción que me perdió.
Bella durmiente
A la que el príncipe besó
Suaves violines, sonaron
Pero no despertó.
Nota de cristal que rompió
El silencio en la oscuridad
Sólo un momento su cara vi
Y el cuento llegó a su fin.
Bella durmiente
A la que el príncipe besó
Suaves violines, sonaron
Pero no despertó.
Nota de cristal que selló
En mis labios la soledad
Siguen envueltos en el carmín

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Ya está aquí, es la voz
Gran pincel del clamor
El grosor de su piel
Nunca fue una cruz sarcástica
Sin domar.
Ella es Lady Cacahuet
Mírale, Lady Cacahuet.
Un laurel conquistó
Un balón y una flor de plástico
Sin jardín.
Despertó en su altar, un rincón
Hierro gris y paja son todo honor.
No hay color ni una luz

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Deb nacer en la cancin
de algn juglar.
Versos de miel
tan slo pan recibo yo.
En mi balcn las noches dan
la eternidad.
Que estrella fue la que dio
luz tan fugaz.
Deb nacer en la cancin
de algn juglar.
En el balcn busco el lugar
que ocupo yo.
Puedo acabar en ladrn

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Quedan los restos
De la cruzada
Viejos poetas
Contemplan el guión.
Un laberinto
Del odio en cruces
Han levantado
El blanco es su color.
No disponen de un cañón
Para sus sueños.
Y un niño llora
Tras la ventana
Por un soldado
De plomo que cayó.
No dispone de un cañón
Para sus sueños.
Un niño llora
Por el juguete
No tiene nombre

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Bruja ests triste
en un rincn
ante el espejo
que te cre.
Era un hechizo
una visin
que reflej en un sueo
por la cueva de cristal.
Lleg tu sombra al sol
y se fundi la realidad
que te dej sin el disfraz
de hada.
queda la flor
que germin
por ese error
y en el tiempo seguir.

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Yo no siento de momento, la verdad
Donde pueda algún día terminar.
El recuerdo vivo ya,
Donde sé que la vida se nos va.
Es el juego del tiempo y el azar.
No quisiera el pensar
Mas mi mente, se niega a parar.
Es difícil continuar
Mi alma sueña toda paz.
Es el juego del tiempo y el azar.
¡Es el juego del tiempo!.
Por qué al nacer le ha de seguir
Un nauseabundo andar.
Siempre brota en el dormir
Lejano al despertar.

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Yo no quiero que te pase, eh
Como al aviador
Corta el aire con su bimotor
De metal.
Tiene el mundo en su puño, si
Pero nada ve
Ahí arriba quiere demostrar
Que es el mejor.
Esa celda de aparato es su pedestal
No es estatua pero muy alto está
Se cree un Dios.
Vuelve a tierra ese hombre, ya
Su red le atrapó
Ve arriba el ave que robó
Su pasión.
No se entera que sus pasos, eh
Iban de error
Con su muerte nada demostró
Por la paz.
Es tu mal de siempre, el creer
Que eres la serpiente del Edén.
Sembró el cielo de ese gran temor
Con su rapaz
Le habló al viento de esa obsesión
Que era engañar
Fue un olvido que para luchar

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Tú que estás indiferente
Corriendo a través
Mira aquel tu desierto
Siempre está al caer.
Tu lugar, tu semblante
No alcanzan la paz.
Quizás, quizás, no ves
Sin tu cristal creeré
Creeré, creeré.
Gritarás con el gesto
Nunca con la voz
Hablarás, pero nunca
Tu lengua será.
No darás el respiro
Que tiende el amor.
Quizás, quizás, no ves
No ves, no ves

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Oh, sí, llueve
Agua, sudor?
No digas tierra
Que haga el amor.
Tu piel nena
Seca quedó
Baño mi mente
No puedo ir.
Allá tu siembra anterior
Prado sin su color
Cielo sin fondo ni sol
Agua hirviendo de horror.
Ah, sí, gotas,
Habláis de error
Lloros del tiempo
Cristal de paz.
Manto de vida
Que se cerró
Sitio maldito
Este lugar.
Calló tu fruto interior
Su voz cantaba el adiós
Soñó tu vil realidad

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Haz tu vida
Haz tu vida
Haz tu vida.
Si no sabes
no hay que pensarlo
es el muro de tu mente
que hay que estrujarlo.
Siembra siempre tu camino
pirdete en la oscuridad de l
no reproches a tu cuerpo
que est siempre entre tu ser.
Si no buscas
no vas a encontrarte
es la lucha en tu vida
que s es tu amante.
En la vida existe infierno
mira siempre alrededor de ti
y no pienses que en el tiempo

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Sobre un tejado lleno de carbón
Mago del paraguas nunca viste el sol
Cenicienta tu pasado fue
Sin tristeza, sueños de algodón.
Tus recuerdos son cenizas de papel
Que en tu sombra de sonrisas siempre lamenté.
Bajo una lluvia pliegas la razón
Mago tu paraguas siempre se cerró
Tu estatua firme vientos soportó
Desterraste toda su ilusión.
Te proteges de la carne de la luz
Que en tu imagen de cemento se ocultó.
Ya no imaginas que la libertad
Son las palabras que nadie escuchó
Las promesas, no la viva voz

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Cuando llegas a ese fondo
Ya no sientes el temor
De la guerra, de la vida
Hay un cambio de telón.
Es el miedo, ya sin sabor
El sendero viste un azul rumor.
El pasado ya no importa
El futuro no existió
El presente es infinito
Tu lo riegas con sudor.
Roca negra sin más color
La conquista alegre nunca se agotó.
Tu linterna no da luz
Para ser hilo del sol
Esperanza das, ilusión
Al esfuerzo sin pasión.
Cuando luchas en el fango
Laberinto indómito
Tu tristeza se refleja
Aún no entiendes la razón.
De ese infierno, del gran dolor
Que a otros siempre sirve de mullido sillón.
Tu presencia en las tinieblas
Pocos mundos derribó
En el fondo de la mina
No da tiempo al soñador.
Estructuras son de metal

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
No soy así una montaña
La materia siempre engaña
Al paraíso de la nada
No quiero volver
Libre he de ser.
Libre, libre, libre.
Mundo giras más en mi ser
No es un sueño es la vida
El cemento en mis rodillas
Tiene que romper
Libre he de ser.
Libre, libre, libre.
Siendo inmune la esperanza
Un momento es infinito
No es el tiempo quien respira
No podéis vencer
Libre he de ser.

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Ya no quedan locos
Hijos de un pasado
Piezas de ajedrez
Para jugar.
Ya no quedan locos
Ni sus manicomios
Palacios de sal
Don de soñar.
El tiempo es un flamenco
No para de cantar
Poemas de un tal Lorca
En soledad.
Ya no quedan locos
Que en la luna llena
Puedan traspasar
La identidad.
Ya no quedan locos
Para ser ancianos
Que atrape la red
De coral.
No hay vez para el silencio
Que deja pasear
Un halo de misterio

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
El autobs est esperando
a la rutina del temor
va saturado de colillas
pintado con carbn.
Cuando regresas a ese fondo en grises
donde la luna dice adis
el tiempo se convierte en arte
de fango, de sudor.
Un autobs que se llevar
mil recuerdos sin valor
oh, valor...
El autobs esta esperando
mientras barnizan la labor
ojos negros marchitados
mitos de profesin.
Un autobs que abandona tu carne
un autobs que nunca tendr

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Si vas por la calle caminando
Creerás que el desierto lloró
Murmullos, un espejo de aversión.
Carretera dónde vas
Solitaria y sin color
Una línea que seguir
Sin saber todo el final
Abatida al recordar.
Estoy fatigado de soñarte
De ver el silencio en la ciudad
Apenas si percibo la ilusión.
Solamente al respirar
El futuro acreedor
Me produce bienestar
Yo en camino quedaré
Pero es triste en realidad

(N.Cuerda)
Siempre el hombre y sangre
Se han de fusionar
Como el Cosmos brilla
Fuego sin cesar; tobera.
Que aventura vida
Nos dejas tomar
Todo en nuestras manos
Nada al mas allá; tobera.
Por un tubo grande
La hoguera arderá
Y si no,
Es que no hay aire ya.
Todo está en el arte
El arte de pensar
Y si no,
Es que no hay sesos ya.
En el monumento
De tu tierna edad
Faltan erosiones
Hasta derrumbar; tobera.
Danza y sentimientos
Giran más y más
Fuerte movimiento

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Hubo un cielo azul por morada
Dependiendo en ti se agotó
Ya no ven color las pupilas
Y ese valle, el sol, de ficción.
Un buzón quedó en la viña
Que regó un volcán de ilusión
Se llenó en papel, de sonrisas
De facturas que hoy pago yo.
Queda el rumor de la pasión
Un fuego ya sin hogar
No soy guardián de los celos
Del viento que separó
La mecha de un corazón.
Abracé el sabor de los pechos
De la piel mojada de satén
Un cigarro, el fin, consumido
Junto al alba ahogo la evasión.
No soy guardián de celos
No soy guardián de celos
Del viento que separó

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Un clarín usas
En tu voz hay un bufón
Aún el sol busca
Su jardín.
Ya no hay sueños
Manejando la razón.
En tus nubes
Hubo sí
Mil historias

(N.Cuerda/F.Amador)
Ya no veis la paz que tiene el mundo
No podéis al viento que os arruga
Aceptáis sistemas muy distintos
Sin creer en vuestro ser dogmático.
Escuchad el rock
Mueve las cenizas de ayer
Siempre sin dejar
Sean mal abono de hoy.
Pájaros de paz
Cómo vais volando sin más
Sin saber andar
Sois como cangrejos de mar.
Sin correr poco a poco habitáis
Un lugar, marco de mentiras
Allí sois un número anotado
Que al sumar nos da la gran oscuridad.
Vuestra piel se muere lentamente
Sin notar el gozo de la vida
Pues creéis que atándola se abriga

Il se l?ve et boit le r?ve, R-A-S dans la glace,
Derri?re ces larmes que l'on verse, et la m?moire qui s'efface.
Vois le col de ta chemise, sous le guilleret s'?honter.
Sens la chaise qui vacille, se d?rober sous tes pieds.
A l'aube chercher la lumi?re, c'est la derni?re cigarette.
Fumer la vie ?ph?m?re jusqu'? en perdre la t?te.
Alea...
(Vois le col de ta chemise, sous le guilleret s'?honter.
Sens la chaise qui vacille, se d?rober sous tes pieds.
A l'aube chercher la lumi?re, c'est la derni?re cigarette.
Fumer la vie ?ph?m?re jusqu'? en perdre la t?te.)
Alea...
Voil? qu'il tourne sur lui-m?me,
D?cid? ? expier.
Compte les heures qui le m?nent ? oublier ce qu'il hait.
Vois le col de ta chemise, sous le guilleret s'?honter.
Sens la chaise qui vacille, se d?rober sous tes pieds.
A l'aube chercher la lumi?re, c'est la derni?re cigarette.
Fumer la vie ?ph?m?re jusqu'? en perdre la t?te.
Alea...
Alea...
(Vois le col de ta chemise, sous le guilleret s'?honter.
Sens la chaise qui vacille, se d?rober sous tes pieds.
A l'aube chercher la lumi?re, c'est la derni?re cigarette.
Fumer la vie ?ph?m?re jusqu'? en perdre la t?te.)
Alea...
A l'aube chercher la lumi?re, c'est la derni?re cigarette.
Fumer la vie ?ph?m?re jusqu'? en perdre la t?te.

Quand viendra l’heure je serai la pour t’aimer encore
Et toujours la saveur de te savoir tout ? moi alors
A la lueur de nos r?ves je serai ton mentor
S’il est un jour des serments qui r?parent nos torts
Quand viendra l’heure…
Quand viendra l’heure…
Ne doute pas…
Si par hasard je pensais ne plus tenir la corde
Quand viendra l’heure je serai la pour t’aimer encore
Il y a trop longtemps que seul je marche dehors
Sans jamais croire ? ces anges qui veillent ? ton sort
Quand viendra l’heure…
Quand viendra l’heure…
Quand viendra l’heure…
Ne doute pas…
Si par hasard tu pensais ne plus tenir la corde
Quand viendra l’heure je serai la pour t’aimer encore
A la lueur de nos r?ves je serai ton mentor
S’il est un jour des serments qui r?parent nos torts
Quand viendra l’heure…
Ne doute pas…

Les amants du paradis sont ceux que l'on aime
leurs visages attendris sourds aux espoirs que l'on s?me
Un plateau couvrant l'abime , des parterres de fleurs de laine
Cupidon au sourire d'?b?ne les acceuillent dans son r?gne
O mes amants, livrez moi a l'Utopia
O mes amants livrez moi....
Les amants sont morts , j'ai pleur? sur leur sort.
Ils n'ont laiss? que leurs corps comme ils l'auraient voulu
En aveugles ils ont eu tort , par amour ils y ont cru
Un jour recouverts d'or, les amants se sont tus.
O mes amants, livrez moi a l'Utopia
O mes amants emmenez moi
O mes amants livrez moi a l'Utopia
O mes amants enlevez moi
De l'impide a l'au dela, j'entends r?sonner vos voix
Du l'impide et au dela , guidez mes pas
O mes amants, livrez moi ? l'Utopia
O mes amants, emmenez moi
Les amants du paradis sont ceux que l'on aime

Embrasse-moi aux lueurs du premier jour
Embrasse-moi du sang sur ma bouche
Parle moi j'ai peur qu'on ?touffe
Etrangle-moi mes larmes sillonnent les routes
Embrasse-moi du tr?fonds de mes pri?res
Pardonne-moi si je te suis en enfer
Entoure-moi d'un manteau de soleil en hiver
Rejoins-moi oh mon ange que nos c?urs se resserrent
Compte pour moi ? rebours retrouvons-nous hier
On y soit le jour qui fit la nuit sur cette terre
D?fend moi oh mon doux mon tendre myst?re
Epouse moi, j'ai cueilli les immortels
Embrasse-moi aux lueurs du 1er jour
Embrasse-moi oh mon d?funt commun
Veille sur moi il fait si froid six pied plus bas
Scientifie moi, reviens-moi
Embrasse-moi du tr?fonds de mes pri?res
Embrasse-moi si je te suis en enfer
Embrasse-moi oh mon doux mon tendre myst?re
Embrasse-moi