Day boy Akala's a diamond fellanAll you little boys are a comedy of errorsnYou bellow but you fellows get played likenThe cello, I'm doing my tingnYou're jealous like Othello.nWho you? what you gonna do?nAll you little boys get Tamed like the ShrewnYou're mid-summer dreamin'nYour tunes aren't appealingnI'm Capulet, you're Montague, I ain't feelingnI am the Julius Caesar hear menThe Merchant Of Venice couldn't sell your CDnAs for me, All's Well That Ends WellnYour boy's like Macbeth, you're going to HellnMeasure for Measure, I am the best herenYou're Merry Wives of Windsor not King LearnI don't know about TimonnI know he was in AthensnWhen I come back like Hamlet you pay for your actionnnDat boy Akala, I do it As You LikenYou're Much Ado About NothingnAll you do is bite itnI'm too tight, I don't need 12 knightsnAll you little Tempests get murked on the micnOf course I'm the one with the forcenYou're history like Henry IVnI'm fire, things look direnBetter run like Pericles Prince Of TyrenOff the scale, cold as a Winter's TalenTitus Andronicus was bound to failnSo will you if Akala get at yanThat's suicide like Anthony & CleopatranCymbeline was a modern day Bridget JonesnLove's labours lost, a woman on her ownnShe needed Two Gentlemen Of VeronanThis is Illa State and I am the ownernnWise is the man that knows he's a foolnTempt not a desperate man with a jewelnWhy take from Peter to go pay PaulnSome rise by sin and by virtue fallnWhat have you made if you gain the whole worldnBut sell your own soul for the price of a pearlnThe world is my oyster and I am starvingnI want much more than a penny or a farthingnI told no joke, I hope you're not laughingnPoet or pauper which do you class himnSpeak eloquent, though I am resident to the gritty inner citynThat's surely irrelevantnCall it urban, call it streetnA rose by any other name, smell just as sweetnSpit so hard, but I'm smart as the BardnCome through with a Union Jack, full of yardnnAkala, Akala, where for art thou?nI am the black ShakespeariannThe secret's out nownChance never did crown me, this is destinynYou still talk but it still perplexes menDevour cowards, thousands per hournDon't you know the king's name is a towernYou should never speak itnIt is not a secretnI teach thesis, like anicent Greece'snOr Egyptology, never no apologynIn my minds eye, I see things properlynStopping me, nah you could never possiblynI bare a charmed life, most probablynFor certain I put daggers in a phrasenI'll put an end to your dancing daysnNo matter what you say it will never worknWrens can't preynWhere eagles don't perchnI'm the worst with th wordsnCos I curse all my verbsnI'm the first with a verse to rehearse with a nursenThere's a hearse for the first jerk who turn berserknOff with his head, cos it must not worknRamp with Akala, that's true madnessnAnd there's no method in it, just sadnessnI speak with daggers and the hammersnOf a passion when I'm rappin I attack 'emnIn a military fashion the pattern of my rappinnchattin couldn't ever map it nAnd I run more rings round things than SaturnnVerses split big kids wigs when I'm rappinnThat boy Akala, the black ShakespearenDid not want to listen, when I said last yearnRich like a gem in Ethiope's earnTell them againnFor them who never hear