Akala & MC Marechal freestyle - Westwood

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Sorry kids let me apologize before I go further
Unfortunately I don’t rap about how many men I've murdered
You may find it boring, appalling and I ain’t scoring braps
From your little rat packs for just stating facts
Lack not the ability to kill a man lyrically
Just thought that killing shouldn't be glorified, silly me
Apparently murdering man has become an aspiration
But what would happen if you reversed the situation?
Black rappers claiming they clap a black in the face
Talked about killing white people as much, would they still get embraced?
Or would you find the applauding would quickly turn to appalling
You got no career 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 that 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 behavior and it ain’t worth discussion
Or worse yet that it is cultural expression
But who owns Beretta? and who owns Smith and Wesson?
Who owns the car we’re driving
That we think’s defining who we are
Running from ourselves we'll find there is no hiding
So, boast about your Prada and your Christian Dior
Still security will follow us when we're in the store
We can boast about our platinum chains and our diamond rings
While kids in Sierra Leone keep on losing limbs
Act like you got no brain we ain’t got no shame
And say so what we're getting dough
But we’re pawns in a game
They are laughing at the little [coons]
Who really think they're 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 a whole state, mate
So pardon me if I don’t find it funny
We boast about it but do we 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've 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's in our head, we are delirious
If we lived in a real slum without food or running water
Where police drive by and kill sons and daughters
We would give our right arm just for the chance to go to school
Instead what do we do?
The killer the trigger they play the fool
I ain’t saying school is the answer, let's educate ourselves
See it’s not the money we make, we are the wealth
And I ain’t saying we ain’t got a struggle right here in Britain
But we're taught to act inferior and play position perfectly
It’s disturbing me, the verbal murder be absurd to me
Occurred to me if you have not heard of me
Probably 'cuz I don't rap about Gucci or booty
Quite enough for the urban scene to really 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 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 desensitize us?
They tell you to shit on your floor, holding all the scoops
Throw you a bone like a dog jumping through a hoop
Don’t take it as a compliment 'cuz it is not that
If I tell you that you’re African you tell me it’s not that
Humanity is African even if not black
The truth can be painful
Shh, better stop that
It’s so inconvenient
For those at the top that you talk too much truth, 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 still want to put our [dick in?]
I’m done with the lies third eye open wide,the tougher that you act, the weaker you really feel inside
So all the killer the trigger and when we call ourselves
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 it cannot restore
The core of who you are truly that will surpass beauty
That comes from knowledge of ourselves and a sense of duty
So all my brothers still claiming that we are thugs
No, if we're honest we just want to be loved
But we feel that we're 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 lets resume…
Turn this off go back to rappers that tell you [kill]
But inside of yourself you know that this is real
Akala this was from SBTV, double think out now, check the CD
If you want a little knowledge bigger than college
I promise you the metaphoric's 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 of the way around the earth
That is more stone that there is in every single British church
Each stone 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
But anyway that’s enough for today

[MC Marechal]
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