Akala - Sixteen 16's | EP11 lyrics

So disc jockey, play the beat
The one by ther-Z-A
For that chap Method Manbring the
Pain I believe it was

This week, we offered our condolences
To a Muslim, with a beard
Some say that’s strange
But they don’t understand the way
That we played the game
We don’t care about religion
What’s in a name as long as you pump oil for
Us keep the price cheap
You can behead who you want
The deal’s quite sweet
Help us to bomb other Arabs from the
Military bases we have in your lands
But you don’t have in ours
We’ll give you Rolls Royce’s, yes flashy cars
Pay you billions of pounds yes
We’ll make you stars
A reformer, quite enlightened
Funding the terrorism that we
Claim to be fighting
So it's only right that we fly
The flags at half mast
Send the prime minister over seas
To kiss your ass
Who said hypocrisy they don’t know the rules
Democracy is just a bloody
Word sentimental fools! Uncle Pompous!