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