[intro] Good Evening Ladies Gentleman! My name is pompous Peterson and I am heir to the Print Money When You Like Fund Genocide at Will Banking Dynasty And Ill be speaking at the Thieves Banquet across Great Great Britain from this coming Monday But in the meantime, I would just like to share some thoughts with you on what I think it takes to be a wonderful thief [Verse 1 Akala as Pompus Peterson] Speak proper English, youll go further The accent of legitimate murder Cos silly boys think theyre bad with their burners But I drop shit from the sky like a bird does You cant duck when I drop my muck or merely say yuck You are totally fucked When you claim that you body man But I duppy more man than any ex shooter can Cos I went to Eaton and Oxbridge We get it in with the wraps in the boxes These silly boys really think that were doctors But look closer, were actually monsters All you chavs and immigrant scum Dare to complain when I drop you a crumb But I aint having none, no not a bar Cos I passed the bar and the ultimate par When I tell the people just work hard and you will go far No you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill With the bank full of mils and a land full of drills We get those spectacular deals so who can fuck with me? Im living in luxury, villa in Tuscany Train full of cocaine And a bunch of little boys yet they put their trust in me Cos I pronounce my Ts with Es so they believe my cheese But no brown man with a beard can bomb like me No, never could be! And I bust my gun in a dancehall set speed Quicker than any yardie No brown man with a beard cant bomb like me No, never could be! And I bust my gun in a dancehall set speed Quicker than any yardie could dream You dont really know what it means to be me My soul I dream to redeem No in fact Im ecstatic cause my bombs they kill democratic Silly paupers cant hack it Bring it to me, whos gonna back it? When Ive got beef with a chief I draw from my goons You call them soldiers and police But they are just private security Even though you people pay for them When your protests try to get close to the rich Who keeps you away from them? Its a racket Im of, you couldnt dream of No tax bracket, I just whip the cream off Green, you must be lean off If you think democracys what I dream of My ally is Saudi Arabia, I sip tea down in Belgravia And oppose a leader in Africa and support the massacres in Papua And that is all before breakfast So Ive got no response for the hecklers All over the globe Ive got assholes that hate their own and kill for the throne And I own your manor So mind your manners Which gangbangers? What bandanas? Cock what hammers? Plus my grammar never stammer Plus my grammar never stammer I own money, Ive been getting rich Bitch! Ever since 1066 Shout to John Locke and Adam Smith My late homies started this shit Now everybody wants a part of this shit But you must know theres an art to this shit First, you must pronounce your Ts with ease So they believe your Gs But no brown man with a beard cant bomb like me No, never could be And I bust my gun in a dancehall set speed Quicker than any yardie No brown man with a beard cant bomb like me No, never could be And I bust my gun in a dancehall set speed Quicker than any yardie could dream Touring starts next week Banquet of Thieves, November 19th Youll see that half breed picky haired chap But he can rap [Verse 2 Akala] Whats the palava? nobodys harder Than father Akala, Im smarter than Arthur Rappers talk grease and I grieve them with laughter Of my life, them family dont know that half of.. Like I aint ever been in a balaclava Ill spar in the ring, bring arms to the master Father, you dont really want nada Im harder, Ill flow, beat down like Alana Nada Nuff of the coco and garner, when anybody make me a martyr I charter Karma surrounds my aura with armor Im sure that your sword?soul? caught boat to the harbor? On the microphone, a lotta clones But Im known all over the globe for spittin poems And I am my label Tower of Babel, I cant explain you mits? they rate you? 10 years grindin Look how many man are signed or unsigned all of the time and But Im still shining With nothing but the talent of my rhyming Never did babble about a diamond Im dabblin with the finest, travelin with your highness Ill spit a verse, Im jabbin em with the timin Of Ali when shufflin at his prime and Your man are doin nothin, I swear that youre only mimin Deaf as a bat Im darker than black A sergeant, marchin with scars on my back Youre a target so you can hardly relax When I pass you, never had the chance to react Let alone the heart to attack And let that be that Ill see you on tour...
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