[Intro: Akala]

UK... Stand up

Akala

It's Not A Rumour, blud

[Verse 1: Akala]

All my people, wherever in britain

Bro I know the flows cold

Let me know that you feel it

And I know the roads slow but your ready to kill me

Cause I feel that same pain, hear the lyrics I'm spittin?

Critics ask why I don't smile, they gotta be kiddin

Little kids'll blow your head off, just to say that they did it

I'm in the streets one deep, these villains think that I'm slippin

Nah bruv, I don't care bout none of you spitters

If your real then your feelin' it

Nah, I don't give a shit

Respect the message nigga, illa state records

British flag, yard colours cause tell me where my

Head is First time you saw me, iwas screamin' fuck the

Police' Next I came I change the whole game in the streets

These wollys still tryna' catch up with war, I

Bang harder, Father, 'roll wid us' huh, iain't even started...

[Hook 1:]

Moss side... stand up... Longside... stand up...

Hansworth... stand up... Aston... stand up

Newtown... stand up... London... stand up

Anywhere, everywhere all my people stand up

St.pauls... stand up... Chapeltown... stand up...

Luton... stand up... London... stand up...

Anywhere, everywhere all my people stand up! '

[Verse 2: Akala]

All my tugs stand up, fist in the sky

Girls too... hands high, now your chillin' with I

Mr.brazilian, so of course the womaen is feelin'him

Lyrics is brilliant, no question, illa state england

I ain't watchin' the states neither, their whole

Shit's tired, All the great rappers is either dead or retired

All these soppy cunts, talkin' bout bitches n'

Blunts, How much your chain cost, and you bustin' ya gun

And you can't spit, your sticks, ya get hang a box in

The chops, Silly boys can't bang with me, fools can't hangwith me

I dont really care unless it's paper or my family

Home's this is the roads and there's only one

Strategy, Though I hate my reality, it's just way it has to be

[Hook 2:]

Coventry... stand up bradford... stand up...

Wolftown... stand up... glasgow... stand up

Cardiff... stand up... London... stand up

Anywhere everywhere, all my people stand up!

Derby... stand up... Leicester... stand up...

Newcastle stand up... Sheffield... stand up...

Belfast... stand up... London... stand up

Anywhere, everywhere, all my people stand up!

[Verse 3: Akala]

I talk alot, but idon't conversate with punks

Try so hard to teach but ya man dem are dunce

Don't learn when the shit happen

Burn when the clap em

This is not a perm, but you worms get a relaxin'

My reaction, only in a street fashion

I am not bulletproof- could get my melon

Splattered, So I stay ready, spread positive energy

But I know full well couple prars wanna bury me

No reason, just cause, that's the negativity

How could you be a nigga-not feelin' my delivery?

Lyrically, my ability, rippin' up killa's viciously

Spitter's that wanna mimic me

Stickin' them where the spirits be, huh

Pretty boy akala, move like a ape

Skinny, but ipush plates, like I'm fresh off a 8

Ah mate, so you relly shoulk sty in ya lane

Only spitter on my level got the same last name