Sun Tzu - Akala, Asheber

Any which way some of you want to come through

I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu

Ready for you like Sun Tzu

Ready for you like Sun Tzu

Any which way some of you want to come through

I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu

Ready for you like Sun Tzu

Ready for you like Sun Tzu

The art of fighting without fighting

Or fighting when you need to

It’s appealing, we’re peaceful but demons if we need to

Equal whatever you bring we’ll meet you

This sport is a war with a discourse

Which thoroughbred horse make it through this course?

Which emcee shall I chew up for this course?

Same energy known for the sick tours

No hype man, breath control

Record a track I do the same thing live

Can’t do that?

Ah bless your soul

You ain’t ready for the Shaolin vibes

Wake up when it’s still dark in the sky

With the heart for the grind and an art full of rhymes

And the sharpest of lines and a spark of the mind

So bright that I’m leaving them partially blind

Any which way some of you want to come through

I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu

Ready for you like Sun Tzu

Ready for you like Sun Tzu

Any which way some of you want to come through

I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu

Ready for you like Sun Tzu

Ready for you like Sun Tzu

Don’t be foolish

What you want to test I for?

I’m a man on a mission

Don’t let I catch you slipping

It’s no competition

I’ve been studying the art of war

It’s the hardest of times we’re living in, isn’t it?

So why ain’t you disciplined just a little bit?

Little git, wanna throw a little hissy fit?

Here’s a question, tell me can you riddle it?

Does it take effort to make yourself really shit?

Or is that your best that you’re giving it?

Nah, it can’t be

Well, rhyming just ain’t for everyone

Now every little son of a gun seems to think

From the moment they come out their mum they are the one

Without ever having what it takes to become

Ten lifetimes ain’t enough

I was a griot, I was a Sufi

I was a Mayan priest but not in the movies

I was a druid pouring out fluid

Blessing the ancestors cos we come through them

Hundred more times I was born before

Before The Windrush came and Britain forever changed

Energy and memory it remains

In my veins and it don’t take much to reclaim

All I gotta do is say my own name

And the power of Greyskull reigns

Yes, ruthless student, nuisance mutant

Trains with the Shaolin monks, I’m reclusive

Name is a thousand thumps with a pool stick

That reigns on a silly little punk for the bullshit

Game for a round, punch and we all kick

Elbows, knees, let’s go for the full kit

Tell your G’s I’ll believe that they’re all sick

When I see degrees they achieve, we’re talking

A school called wisdom, you could go there anywhere

Yet you are never there

It’s the art of a warrior, heart of a foreigner

That’s living in an all-white town from a toddler

Graft that your body does half wanna honour us

But you’ve gotta tell them that you’re past wanting followers

A class for the coroners, who the ras wanna collar us?

Kill rate way past choleras

Look at all the revellers, look at what a rebel does

Sekkle, metal can’t settle us

Dope, but the CIA can’t peddle us

Nope, we go for the throat what you telling us

Choke, on the little hope that you’re selling us

Joke, I take Britain like Severus

Cult, it’s the occult and its elements

They wanna reign high but we come to be levelers

We know the design and we’re done with the evidence

Go with the times get bun for the hell of it