Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang with Us?, artist - Akala. Album song Knowledge Is Power, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Illa State
Song language: English
Bang with Us? |
10 years at the top of my craft |
Maybe not at the top of the charts |
But who could tell me what independent touring the globe |
And flows as cold as winter was in hand me down clothes |
Live shows of the chain Toussaint |
Seems I was born to be what you ain’t |
A man that uses his art to fight |
But still prospers in these hard times |
So what’s to hate when you’re known around the globe, it’s great |
And their known around the globe, it’s fake |
The respects so high that |
Left you in a jail full of lifers |
A man sit in silence, try that |
You can’t buy that, nah bruv, I am that |
Not because I’m a killer but because I’m a black |
Cause contrary to the rumours |
Our community is not a bunch of delinquents, we are students |
But don’t respect the system made by the killers |
The ones that paint us as the villains |
Back to the spittin' |
Listen, who’s really my competition? |
Really? |
Is there somethin' that I’m missin'? |
These kids are kittens fighting with a pitbull |
Carefull my brother you’ll get your ship pulled |
Who can bang with us? |
None (What!) |
Who will stand with us? |
Come (What!) |
Who’s still doubting us? |
Dumb (What!) |
We’ve been on this ting for so long now |
You can’t bang with us, none |
You won’t stand with us, son |
You still doubting us, dumb |
We’ve been on this ting for so long now |
I got man puzzled like «I don’t get it |
How is he still so well with so much message» |
Don’t diss the sisters, celebrate killing other blacks |
But still so fuckin' hard when he raps |
I give you a tip, swag through the roof |
It’s no excuse to be boring cause you tell the truth |
When it’s said and done, I’m still the same as when I started |
Ain’t having a bar for none of these artists |
That not giving a fuck gives me strength |
Now I don’t use it on us, use it on them |
But defend what I have to |
Sit down Matthew |
Just one if my deciples, take notes |
This is not music, this here is a sport |
Who’s ready for the ring ring fire? |
You man are wetter than man’s hair in Shoreditch |
I think it’s time to retire, heir |
Who can bang with us? |
None (What!) |
Who will stand with us? |
Come (What!) |
Who’s still doubting us? |
Dumb (What!) |
We’ve been on this ting for so long now |
You can’t bang with us, none |
You won’t stand with us, son |
You still doubting us, dumb |
We’ve been on this ting for so long now |
It’s the father, you can call me uncle Akala |
What’s the palava with Ghana |
Fans here to Ghana, globe, every corner |
Punish every punk that is posing the hardest |
Told you we tarnish those that are garbage |
Get left for dead for opposing the carnage |
So who’s next, who’s the best of me clones? |
Take out a town like Obama with the drones |
Known for the poems that scorch gin, poor ting |
Probably a 12 year old girls gassed at your king |
But we are grown me so only grown women |
And real hip hop heads, we care for their opinion |
But where are my dominions? |
I swear that your Brazilian |
The way you got brutalised within your own kingdom |
By this German efficiency, without the bigotry |
Harder than the life of a black man in Italy |
Who can bang with us? |
None (What!) |
Who will stand with us? |
Come (What!) |
Who’s still doubting us? |
Dumb (What!) |
We’ve been on this ting for so long now |
You can’t bang with us, none |
You won’t stand with us, son |
You still doubting us, dumb |
We’ve been on this ting for so long now |