Day boy Akala's a diamond fella   All you little boys are a comedy of errors   You bellow but you fellows get played like   The cello, I'm doing my ting   You're jealous like Othello.   Who you? what you gonna do?   All you little boys get Tamed like the Shrew   You're mid-summer dreamin'   Your tunes aren't appealing   I'm Capulet, you're Montague, I ain't feeling   I am the Julius Caesar hear me   The Merchant Of Venice couldn't sell your CD   As for me, All's Well That Ends Well   Your boy's like Macbeth, you're going to Hell   Measure for Measure, I am the best here   You're Merry Wives of Windsor not King Lear   I don't know about Timon   I know he was in Athens   When I come back like Hamlet you pay for your action      Dat boy Akala, I do it As You Like   You're Much Ado About Nothing   All you do is bite it   I'm too tight, I don't need 12 knights   All you little Tempests get murked on the mic   Of course I'm the one with the force   You're history like Henry IV   I'm fire, things look dire   Better run like Pericles Prince Of Tyre   Off the scale, cold as a Winter's Tale   Titus Andronicus was bound to fail   So will you if Akala get at ya   That's suicide like Anthony & Cleopatra   Cymbeline was a modern day Bridget Jones   Love's labours lost, a woman on her own   She needed Two Gentlemen Of Verona   This is Illa State and I am the owner      Wise is the man that knows he's a fool   Tempt not a desperate man with a jewel   Why take from Peter to go pay Paul   Some rise by sin and by virtue fall   What have you made if you gain the whole world   But sell your own soul for the price of a pearl   The world is my oyster and I am starving   I want much more than a penny or a farthing   I told no joke, I hope you're not laughing   Poet or pauper which do you class him   Speak eloquent, though I am resident to the gritty inner city   That's surely irrelevant   Call it urban, call it street   A rose by any other name, smell just as sweet   Spit so hard, but I'm smart as the Bard   Come through with a Union Jack, full of yard      Akala, Akala, where for art thou?   I am the black Shakespearian   The secret's out now   Chance never did crown me, this is destiny   You still talk but it still perplexes me   Devour cowards, thousands per hour   Don't you know the king's name is a tower   You should never speak it   It is not a secret   I teach thesis, like anicent Greece's   Or Egyptology, never no apology   In my minds eye, I see things properly   Stopping me, nah you could never probably   I bare a charmed life, most probably   For certain I put daggers in a phrase   I'll put an end to your dancing days   No matter what you say it will never work   Wrens can't prey   Where eagles don't perch   I'm the worst with th words   Cos I curse all my verbs   I'm the first with a verse to rehearse with a nurse   There's a hearse for the first jerk who turn berserk   Off with his head, cos it must not work   Ramp with Akala, that's true madness   And there's no method in it, just sadness   I speak with daggers and the hammers   Of a passion when I'm rappin I attack 'em   In a military fashion the pattern of my rappin   chattin couldn't ever map it    And I run more rings round things than Saturn   Verses split big kids wigs when I'm rappin   That boy Akala, the black Shakespeare   Did not want to listen, when I said last year   Rich like a gem in Ethiope's ear   Tell them again   For them who never hear