Letra Comedy tragedy history Akala

Comedy tragedy history

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
For them who never hear