Released: April 26, 2020

Songwriter: Akala

[Intro]
Akala
Daily Duppy
Dark Lady, the novel
Man wrote a whole novel blud, mad
Back to the bars, listen

[Verse 1]
Who the best?
What are you smoking?
Beethoven couldn't compose this
Better than Bolt on a track when strolling
Words that I strap, clap you swollen
Head full of holes, bed full of roses
That's right, my pen is atrocious
Fill him with lead when he bled it exposes
Don't bleed ink like we do they posers
Rethink your need to oppose us
'cause it lead to Jehovah
You can't lead, heed what I told ya
Ya go where you're told you're a chauffeur
I don't care if you beg friends with Moses
I won't spare your brethrens or soldiers
I go spare with lead pens you know this
And I don't share so best get your own shit
It's the bite of a python, fight with a titan
Eye for an eye son, I won't bly not a fly not on my one
So don't try to be fly you will die son
Rolling the dice on, Holdin' your life on
When your bars suck like a dyson
Worse than a bastard, words are arsenic
Never have you heard that we ass kiss
I'm so heavy when I kicked the basket
Half the manor that couldn't carry my casket
Half the mandem that couldn't manage my classes
Other half wouldn't pass it regardless
Harder an artist? name him really
Bars that I mastered, ain't they filthy
By chance have I lasted, they ain't killed me
Heart of darkness, yet I still be
The best spitter to ever to touch mics here
No hype, you got ears it's quite clear
I've gone clear they gon' fear, the top tier
I drop tears so much that I could stock beers
I stopped here to clock mere pretenders
And now they remember
What a legend looks like when he enter
And what a pleasant surprise that he render
This rendition, this pens mission
Is men missing, my youth listen
Your friend wishing, his friend listened
To man spitting, and then christened
Himself a believer in the bar-ism
Barbarism, Bars scar riddim
Half ass villain, half past killing
Man are old school like a rassclart shilling
Don't believe me go ask Charles Dickens
Twist up the riddim, like Oliver picking
Pick up your lip and then properly pillage
All of the property plots in the village
Bring all your killers, all I see is dinners
Your microwave bars will be done in a minute
Dumb as you feel when you cum in a minute
I'm duppying everyone's duppy, I kill it
Don't know if you know that I is the spirit
But that's an aside, let's get back to the spitting
The matter of rapping a lyric
I'm so far ahead that I have to admit it
Get's embarrassing, bless them men and dem
Tried so hard, but they just can't manage it
Do like Stanis did, sacrifice your daughter
Still couldn't slaughter a quarter
Cliche to say the flow's water
But we spray the most it's like Pornhub
Cliche to say the flow's sauna
But we bring the heat up like dawn does
Everyone that saw us?
They applaud us
'cause the words we speak is just gorgeous
We swing like a crackhead's jaw does
Half a battalion packed in a tour bus
That's just my head, the fact it's enormous
Cause all of the facts that I thought of
Fracture your back and then walk off
Like a casual chat with a Sawn-off
I don't know why he is complaining?
All I did was just beat his brains in
No fight, I weren't even training
I was eating my ackee and my callaloo
Search the globe, never find a badder yout
That's watching the news to find a bag of truth
You'll be so confused, it's like badadoose
You'll be so confused
Everybody bad on the mic and play hard
I make so many duppy you tink say deya graveyard
Take charge, with eight bars I said more
Than you've said in your life so poor
Cor, blimey, Yard, limey
Bars that will blind thee, try me
Ridiculous flows, flips and the rolls
Like a hint of the rose in a pit of skulls
I know your mum said to stick to your goals
But she lied blud, you ain't even close
Better to quit now while you're ahead
I'm ahead by so many leagues
Better I sit down and shave my dreads
Than let any speng believe
He could load my ink in the cartridge
Let alone print on a parchment
The bar of the bars that I'm barking
Spar with your spar and I spark him
Nah I won't always love you
Does man look like Dolly Parton?
I'm uncle Akala, you know me
Half a professor, half an emcee
Half of an asshole, half a teacher
Halfway bad breed, half a preacher
You try tell me it's hard to reach you
But this slap has a finders feature
Look, clap, find your teeth blud
Stay out my way ain't time to beef us
Ain't no space for you here, we full up
Bars that go over your head, you gotta pull up

[Outro]
Daily Duppy

Akala

Kingslee James Daley, better known by the stage name Akala, is an English rapper, poet and academic. Originally from Kentish Town, London, his older sister is rapper/vocalist Ms. Dynamite.