Knowledge Is Power (F64) (Freestyle)

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 lets 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?

failed terribly

But anyway that's enough for today.