shakespeare
Akala feat. Skinnyman Lyrics


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Nigger listen, when I spit on the riddem, I kill 'em
Raw like the Ball of Brazilians
You don't want war, 'cos the kids brilliant
Blood, I'm the heir to the throne

Not William, Akala, smart as King Arthur
Darker, harder, faster
Rasclaat, I kick the illest shit
It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist

Lyricist, I'm the best on the road
Nitro flow, oh so cold, I'ma blow yo
Keep the hoes, I only want dough homes
Nobody close, I'm alone in my own zone

No no love for the po-po
Loco when I rock mics solo
I hope that you know, where you don't go there
Want it with Bolo? Must be coco

It's William back from the dead
But I rap bout gats and I'm black instead
It's Shakespeare, reincarnated
Except I spit flows and strip hoes naked

No fakin'-test my blood bruv
Its William, back as a tug 'cuz
So real the shit I kick now
Plus I don't rite, I recite my shit now

Straight from the top, expert timin'
On top of that now, the whole things rhymin'
No more tights, now jeans saggin'
If I say so myself, I'm much more handsome

Don't ever compare me to rappers
I'm so quick-witted that I split em like fractions
My shit, I tell 'em like this
It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist

I get you pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now

All the shit I kick, so crazy
There ain't no ifs and maybe's
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies

Pumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk
When my beats bump bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the shit I kick, so crazy

There ain't no ifs and maybe's
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies

I'm similar to William but a little different
I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth
Stuck on the road, faces screwed up
Feel like the world spat 'em out and they chewed up

It's a matrix, I try and explain it
But on a real thoe still ready blaze 'em
No contradiction just face it
They so enslaved, they are worse than a agent

I grace stages, sharp as razors
Don't get cut 'cuz, keep ya distance
No artillery, tryna' be militant
Y'all dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it

It's embarrassing watchin' you babblin'
Keep spittin' ya darts, mine is javelins
The hood Tiger Woods too milly
Number 1 for so long, it's just getting silly

Shit kinda like Bruce wit da knuckles
Like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle
You don't trouble, left layin' in a puddle
Bruv you are havin' a bubble

I'ma whole different kettle of fish
Thou shall not fuck with dis
My shit, I tell 'em like this
It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist

I get you pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now

All the shit I kick, so crazy
There ain't no ifs and maybe's
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies

Pumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk
When my beats bump bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the shit I kick, so crazy

There ain't no ifs and maybe's
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies

To be fair, no MC close to the man
Little just come youth's jumpin' out of they pram
Everybody badman, behind a mic stand
It's not creative, one bag of hype
And if you buss a ting, where's the mash?

Move so much food? Where's the cats?
These dudes ain't real, they just rap
I don't spit what I don't know
Just the facts, no talks of rocks I ain't sold

Shots I ain't blown, so cold and I own my own
My business ridiculous, Sick with it, quick witted
Companies head to head an liquidate it
Welcome to illa state, meet ya fate mate

Talk truth but we don't play games
Move sick, look sample techno
Never pull a ting, if it ain't gonna let go
That's that, rap track, clap ya like a black gat

Back chat, crack back
I'm the nigger, that's that
The rest of these kids is irrelevant
Don't compare me to him

That's just beggin' it, I'm on my own shit
Dicks ain't spit, it's no democracy, dictatorship
So dicks hate my shit, I'm sick, raise ya spliff
I'm swift, blaze em quick, my hits, major shit

I flip phrases quick, my sick razor shit
Give thick grazes quick and chicks say he's Cris
It's not a rumor that kid Akala
No, not Ackala, beg ya pardon

Don't get it twisted
Your on the sideline like a mistress
I'm the whizz kid with the sick shit
My shit, I tell 'em like this
It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist

I get you pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now

All the shit I kick, so crazy
There ain't no if's and maybe's
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies

Pumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk
When my beats bump bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the shit I kick, so crazy

There ain't no if's and maybe's
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies

I get you pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now

All the shit I kick, so crazy
There ain't no if's and maybe's
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies

Pumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk
When my beats bump bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the shit I kick, so crazy
There ain't no if's and maybe's




Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies

Overall Meaning

The song "Shakespeare" by Akala featuring Skinnyman is a rap song, and the lyrics are filled with defiance and a sense of pride in one's own identity. The opening lines set the tone with Akala asserting his dominance as a rapper, claiming to "kill" the competition with his raw style. He then sets himself up as the heir to the throne, but not of William, but rather as a modern-day king who is smart like King Arthur and as dark, hard, and fast as they come. Akala also draws a parallel between himself and Shakespeare, but with a "nigger twist," indicating that his artistry is rooted in his black identity.


The lyrics then shift to Akala's unique style, where he insists that he is alone in his own zone, with no love for the police and only focused on making money. He encourages his listeners to "want it with Bolo," but warns that they might not be up to the challenge. He also references William Shakespeare's return from the dead, but instead of writing about love and tragedy, he raps about guns and the street life, giving a voice to those who are often overlooked by traditional literature and art.


The rest of the song continues with Akala's defiance and confidence in his craft, using strong language and imagery to describe his prowess as a rapper. He raps about being superior to other MC's and not caring about their opinions, setting himself apart as a true artist. The chorus repeats the same lines, emphasizing the power of his lyrics and his ability to shake things up in the music industry.


Line by Line Meaning

Nigger listen, when I spit on the riddem, I kill 'em
Listen closely, as I rap over the beat, I dominate and defeat my competition


Raw like the Ball of Brazilians
Unrefined and powerful, like the energy of Brazilian soccer


You don't want war, 'cos the kids brilliant
You don't want to challenge me because I'm exceptionally talented


Blood, I'm the heir to the throne
I am the rightful successor to greatness, a leader in my own right


Not William, Akala, smart as King Arthur
I possess intelligence and wisdom comparable to the legendary King Arthur


Darker, harder, faster
I am more intense, resilient, and quick-witted


Rasclaat, I kick the illest shit
I deliver the most exceptional and mind-blowing lyrics


It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist
My rap style is reminiscent of Shakespeare, but with a unique and provocative perspective


Lyricist, I'm the best on the road
I am the greatest rapper in the music industry


Nitro flow, oh so cold, I'ma blow yo
My rap flows are explosive and chilling, leaving a lasting impact


Keep the hoes, I only want dough homes
I prioritize financial success rather than casual relationships


Nobody close, I'm alone in my own zone
I prefer to isolate myself and remain focused in my own world


No no love for the po-po
I have no respect or affection for the police


Loco when I rock mics solo
I become crazy and energetic when I perform alone on the microphone


I hope that you know, where you don't go there
Beware of the dangerous path you may choose to follow


Want it with Bolo? Must be coco
If you desire a confrontation with me, it must be because you're insane


It's William back from the dead
I have reincarnated from the past as the spirit of William Shakespeare


But I rap bout gats and I'm black instead
Although I discuss firearms in my lyrics, I am a black man representing my own experiences


It's Shakespeare, reincarnated
I carry the same poetic spirit as Shakespeare


Except I spit flows and strip hoes naked
But instead of writing plays, I deliver powerful rap verses and expose the truth about women


No fakin'-test my blood bruv
Do not underestimate my authenticity and talent, my brother


Its William, back as a tug 'cuz
I have returned as William, a strong and resilient figure in the rap scene


So real the shit I kick now
The lyrics I present are genuine and impactful


Plus I don't rite, I recite my shit now
I no longer write my lyrics, I perform them from memory


Straight from the top, expert timin'
My delivery and timing are flawless and unmatched


On top of that now, the whole things rhymin'
Moreover, the entire piece flows cohesively and rhythmically


No more tights, now jeans saggin'
I have abandoned the image of the traditional Shakespearean poet and adopted a more casual style


If I say so myself, I'm much more handsome
I confidently assert that I am more attractive than ever before


Don't ever compare me to rappers
Do not associate me with ordinary rappers


I'm so quick-witted that I split em like fractions
I possess such sharp intelligence that I easily surpass and overshadow other rappers


My shit, I tell 'em like this
The content of my music represents my true self and my own unique perspective


I get you pumped up Feelin' like you drunk, drunk When my beats bump, bump Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
My music energizes and excites the listeners, giving them a euphoric and intoxicated feeling with its powerful beats and impactful lyrics


All the shit I kick, so crazy
The style of rap I perform is incredibly wild and unconventional


There ain't no ifs and maybe's
There is no uncertainty or doubt about the quality of my music


Spit poetry so shady
I deliver controversial and provocative poetic verses


For lords on road and my hood ladies
My music resonates with both influential figures in the streets and the women in my neighborhood


I'm similar to William but a little different
I share some similarities with William Shakespeare, but I have my own distinct identity


I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth
I create my music for young people who are disadvantaged, not for the aristocracy


Stuck on the road, faces screwed up
Trapped in difficult circumstances, with troubled expressions


Feel like the world spat 'em out and they chewed up
They feel rejected and defeated by the world's harsh treatment


It's a matrix, I try and explain it
The situation is complex and difficult to comprehend, but I attempt to convey its meaning


But on a real thoe still ready blaze 'em
Despite the challenges, they are prepared to confront and surpass them


No contradiction just face it
There is no confusion or contradiction, only acceptance


They so enslaved, they are worse than a agent
They are mentally and spiritually enslaved, worse than any oppressor


I grace stages, sharp as razors
I perform on stages with elegance and a cutting-edge style


Don't get cut 'cuz, keep ya distance
Do not provoke me, remain at a safe distance


No artillery, tryna' be militant
I do not rely on weapons, I aim to embody militancy solely through my words


Y'all dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it
You guys amuse and entertain me, thinking you are superior when in reality, you are not


It's embarrassing watchin' you babblin'
It is embarrassing and frustrating to see you talk nonsense


Keep spittin' ya darts, mine is javelins
While you continue to deliver weak lyrics, I present powerful and impactful verses


The hood Tiger Woods too milly
I am the equivalent of Tiger Woods in the neighborhood, achieving great success


Number 1 for so long, it's just getting silly
I have been at the top of my game for an extended period, almost becoming absurd


Shit kinda like Bruce wit da knuckles
My style is reminiscent of Bruce Lee's martial arts skills


Like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle
Just like witnessing Muhammad Ali's iconic shuffle for the first time


You don't trouble, left layin' in a puddle
Do not dare to challenge me, or you will end up defeated and humiliated


Bruv you are havin' a bubble
My friend, you are delusional and mistaken


I'ma whole different kettle of fish
I am entirely unique and distinctive


Thou shall not fuck with dis
You must not mess with me or provoke me


My shit, I tell 'em like this
I express my own truth and perspective through my music


To be fair, no MC close to the man
Honestly, there is no other rapper comparable to me


Little just come youth's jumpin' out of they pram
Young and inexperienced artists are trying to imitate my style


Everybody badman, behind a mic stand
Everyone presents themselves as tough and fearless, hiding behind the microphone


It's not creative, one bag of hype
Their approach lacks originality, solely relying on excessive hype


And if you buss a ting, where's the mash?
If you claim to possess a weapon, where is the evidence of its use?


Move so much food? Where's the cats?
If you are involved in drug trafficking, where is the proof of your connections?


These dudes ain't real, they just rap
These individuals are not authentic, they are only pretending in their music


I don't spit what I don't know
I only speak about what I genuinely understand and have experienced


Just the facts, no talks of rocks I ain't sold
I present objective truth, not exaggerated stories about drugs I have never sold


Shots I ain't blown, so cold and I own my own
I have not fired any shots, but I remain detached and self-sufficient


My business ridiculous, Sick with it, quick witted
My ventures are incredibly impressive, and my skills are sharp and intelligent


Companies head to head and liquidate it
Other businesses struggle to compete and ultimately fail due to my superior abilities


Welcome to illa state, meet ya fate mate
Welcome to the dangerous environment I dominate, where you will ultimately face defeat


Talk truth but we don't play games
I deliver honest and genuine messages, but I am not interested in trivial competitions


Move sick, look sample techno
I possess exceptional skills, demonstrating them with a unique blend of music and technology


Never pull a ting, if it ain't gonna let go
I do not engage in confrontations unless it is certain that it will be resolved peacefully


That's that, rap track, clap ya like a black gat
That's the essence of my rap track, hitting you hard and swiftly like a gun


Back chat, crack back
If you confront me with disrespect, I will retaliate


I'm the nigger, that's that
I am a strong and assertive black man, unapologetically representing my identity


The rest of these kids is irrelevant
All the other young artists are insignificant in comparison


Don't compare me to him
Do not associate me with the mediocrity of others


That's just beggin' it, I'm on my own shit
It's absurd to even consider such a comparison; I am in my own league


Dicks ain't spit, it's no democracy, dictatorship
Others are incapable of delivering lyrics of my caliber; it's not a matter of fairness, but rather, my superiority


So dicks hate my shit, I'm sick, raise ya spliff
Those who dislike my music are envious; I am exceptional and worthy of celebration


I'm swift, blaze em quick, my hits, major shit
I am fast, releasing hit after hit, making a significant impact in the music industry


I flip phrases quick, my sick razor shit
I effortlessly manipulate words and deliver powerful, incisive lyrics


Give thick grazes quick and chicks say he's Cris
I inflict emotional wounds with my words and attract the attention and admiration of women


It's not a rumor that kid Akala
The reputation of Akala, the artist I am talking about, is well-known


No, not Ackala, beg ya pardon
No, it is not a mispronunciation, so I apologize for any confusion


Don't get it twisted
Do not misunderstand me


Your on the sideline like a mistress
You are merely watching from the sidelines, like a sideline lover


I'm the whizz kid with the sick shit
I am the intelligent and talented artist with impressive music


My shit, I tell 'em like this
I express and communicate my truth through my music




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ROBERT BORRMANN, EDMUND LOUIS CLEMENT, KINGSLEE MACLEAN-DALEY, ANDREA MONICA MARTIN, IVAN MATIAS, REZA SAFINIA

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Comments from YouTube:

@urmuttha

No one touches skinny

@svodcat7524

Hyped for a new record. This version doesn't even touch the akala skinnyman freestyle on youtube.

@soso1224

first one in the world

@suezannelambert6506

"Brother listen remix

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