Akala - Daily duppy lyrics

Yo, I don't give a rats arse or rassclaat
Are your spars hard when your par par
Don't start are your bars hard
Have you mastered how to spar with a bastard?
We been dark since the march of the spartans
Before Eve ate the fruit of the garden
I was in pursuit of the truth like a slalom
Dodging these sergeant
Slave masters whether they're cuffs or?
Same shit, different jargon
Same clip, different cartidge
Same whip, different master
Look closer we ain't got past it
The shackles are not tackled
They're just different
The cattle rattle and rattle but
They collect the dividends
We're fuel for someone else's engine we don't
Run a damn thing we're just pretending
So all the big talk, don't affect me
My elders licked banks so
You can't impress me
With all the talk about another mans gun
Which we use to kill each other for fun
When the master sends their overseers to see
Us we toss the weapon and run
Boydem run in your yard, diss your mother
Dashing her knickers all out of the cupboard
They got us face down
With our feet on our necks but
We still believe we are vets
But who makes the straps and the scales, who
Packs the jails so please ask yourself
Who's the gangster?
Who owns the planes and the boats that
Import the coke so please ask yourself
Who's the gangster?
Who makes the straps and the scales
Who packs the jails so please
Ask yourself who's the gangster?
Who owns the planes and the
Boats so please ask yourself
We blow each others brains, so entertaining
They drop bombs of depleted uranium
You broke the law, you go to prison
They kill a couple million stack a billion
Business as usual, death on the colonies
What is that but state
To state armed robbery?
It's just a road move on a bigger level
We think we are mountains
But we're just pebbles
Better yet? pop a little champagne
But people in the
South of France are not our fans mate
We love to live nice and happy too
But ask yourself this does anyone you
Know control the flow of capital
The answer is no
And if you knew the business
Deals man are negotiating
You would know you could never
Ever claim that I'm hating
Vegan cuz, but I get the bacon
And eggs just fine in case you're mistaken
But if I don't like that, I don't like that
Grew up on big yout and Gregory Isaacs
No suprise that, revolution on my track
Has been right there from right back
Sacred geometry, don't follow me
Still just an angry yout that spit's horribly
I'm trying to live peaceful
I remember what happened the last
Time I lost my temper
And believe I'm not trying to be hard
The abuse that I suffered
I'm emotionally scarred
I'm supposed to be? holding the bars
Instead I'm a professor that
Never went to class
I write literature, they write bars
The Celtic warrior, Maroon from yard
So when you compare me to these little tarts
All you are showing is you're not very smart
Real mc, it's my culture
Grew up on the sound
Systems with the toasters
You man are foot down, it's third gear to me
Tenth planet, ain't not another on near to me
When I orbit, cliques forfeit
Corset flow my yout don't force it
Or try rush man off as just concious
Come out my face with that nonsense
Thug revolution, that's what it is
Never do we run from one of these kids
If we ain't shook of the
Owners of the plantation
Why would we run from a slave?
We've all got goons that love us enough to
Wanna die for us so just behave
Cause man are old school, straighteners
One, two, one, two face of the haters
Chasing the papers? Na
Man are chasing freedom but papers I'm making
They're blatantly shaking and quaking
In their boots
Anytime we talk about breaking enslavement
So I do feel like Neyo in the Matrix
Cause I don't understand
Why everybody's so scared of the agents
When they are powerless blatant
Got a little bit, but I put it on the line
Listen to the shit that I spit in my rhymes
Ali at his prime, principle first
Even if that means I don't get heard
Cause the heards are absurd
They're hating the nerd
But the nerds controlling the
Face of the Earth
So I tell man so straight on my nerves
I'll duppy a track at my worst
Cold as a blizzard in a furnace
The wizard of a wordsmith
? that I chisselled in stone, perfect
Ask for yourself on the road
They'll tell you Akala is cold
He kicks knowledge for the block
Never gonna stop
The progression of my albums never gonna flop
When that shit's on, it starts to?
This whole things chess
And everyone has to celebrate the fact
That we are just pawns
But man are not on it
The last thing they want is
Man with road energy
To stop killing one another
And think cleverly
And ask why you're living
Where you're living, how you're living
Did you create the condition
That you were raising your kid in?
If you didn't who did it?
Is it really for the hood if
Our oppressors like our lyrics
Only by crushing your aspirations can
We maintain this? situation
Only by crushing the dreams
Of your kids quick
Can we keep our unearned privilege