But some people couldn't bear Report. [Verse 1 ] Uncle Akala, the FlowFather. Engineered social condition that breeds crime by design Worst taxed, look where you're livin' Even gave kids the day off school Come to my shows and some cry tears Another thing he is aiming at is , how British people say the foreign take all their jobs, but their taking their jobs because they are smarter than them so instead of the British they get hired. Would we fight people just like us? He balances technical ability with lyricism so well, it’s insane. Judge no one, done many things wrong Market badness to the kids in the rhymes Tell me was Marcus Garvey soft? Killin hundreds, I was also given the knowledge of self To go see a lynchin' I just don't boast about it songs If we understood economics Get the picture, the rest ain't necessary Just dealing with the roots of abuses Who trained you to believe that you're inferior? Truth Illuminati Obama Bush US UK Europe Israel Zionist Olympics Secret News 9/11 Palestine War Terrorist music Money Facebook Islam Jesus world Arab One of my homeboys did a ten straight in the box in yard Huh, does that make you all happy? Shit it's only been sixty years I'm hungry, I run for my tummy Yes, I grew up on the dole in a single parent family Been through a little bit of tragedy Yes I was around drugs and violence Before the day that intelligent people will take their freedom In July 2011, British rapper Akala appeared on Charlie Sloth’s Fire In The Booth show, to perform a mind-blowing freestyle! One too many man you know get cut up Been through a little bit of tragedy Don't tell me that it's too hard! Reality in this system, Since they hung blacks and burned em' Imagine if they locked up every You would start hearing that in tunes soon, We are LITERALLY CELEBRATING ENSLAVEMENT Now everybody wanna go and pop magnums They used to say ‘Don't be like me' Bigger than that what is going on with this, SoundCloud. How they gonna fill a prison when materialism is no longer our religion? If it ain't understood, But I wont hang what I make around my neck Akala - Akala - Fire in the Booth Lyrics. If your colour means you can be killed Growin' up, got a little caught up Browse more videos. If you had a criminal record you couldn't get in – His albums are available on i-Tunes . For these wars you don't understand, AKALA - Fire in the Booth 1 (excerpt) Yes, I grew up on the dole in a single parent family. Teachers still treated me stupid Money is a means to get wealth, not the wealth itself Indian people Also legally are allowed to use their prison inmates as slaves Some things are similar, Its all set out just to make them money Dug 1000 years ago Yes, I grew up on the dole in a single parent family And it's clear to everybody that I'm out of my mind Some of the first man to give me schoolin' Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). They wanna get near but they can't have a peer Stuck on the block, READ, READ! They get paid 50k per year per inmate by the State, just wait… Cos when people are enslaved Build more jails at the same time And MTV said wear platinum, So when we celebrate going to jail, 400 square miles around That definitely costs more than your chain Oh and I drive a Mercedes by the way You wanna pretend that you don't know why Remedy the pedigree, the jeopardy of mine BBC Radio 1Xtra Music Best Bits. Than with your leaders Oh that's right, that'd be your kids! Asian people build businesses, Put faeces through our letter box middle class kid that had ever held drugs, Dissin' our mothers That is all we actually need to survive One of the first things they do is stop them reading Who owns our shit? It mean that much to em', it's a movement! Akala goes in for an amazing Fire in the Booth! What's changed? No its right on course that the former slaves would not just lie down You go to the pub, Friday night, Don't know an asset from a liability @akalamusic Sharing Akala's Fire in the Booth To some friends of mine. And the girls love him, it ain't fair You can say that they're just black, Ahh but shit my head's still nappy We don't hit the road cos we are thugs Before the day that I started secondary Where a generation of young men speak of ourselves as dirt casually, In this country the first enslaved were the working class, You will fight with a guy, don’t know what for, They don’t send the kids of the rich or politicians, But in reality, you have more in common with immigrants, When our grandparents came here to Britain, Yet that ain’t protect them from all the stupid, stupid abuses they would be livin’, But of course, that has had no effect on why today we are crazy, But if I teach a kid to be a mathematician, messin’ with the schism.