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Hypocrite (Double Standards Edit)

Akira The Don

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  • Uploaded on
    March 4, 2007
  • Recorded at
    Forgotten Name, Islington
  • Produced by
    Akira The Don & Danny Saber
  • Mixed by
    Matt Foster

Sleeve art by Wonchop.

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6 Comments »

  1. Coady
    July 15, 2008
    6:51 am

    Amazing song

    +1 Fans

  2. Roger
    August 26, 2008
    3:27 am

    Great song and very funny video 😀

  3. Totalwinage
    July 1, 2009
    6:43 am

    Did u forget to mention Won Chop or did u use his real name/exclude him on purpose?

  4. Cyanide
    June 2, 2010
    7:44 am

    Any chance we can get the right lyrics? The dirty version?

  5. Freakke The Clown
    September 17, 2011
    7:38 am

    They’re on the cd When We Were Young to my knowledge.

  6. Mykle
    January 28, 2014
    3:28 am

    Ayo, This is AK Donovan
    Goin’ on and on again
    About the stuff they done again
    Teeing off my mum again
    Now my sites updated, I’m a smoke me a fag
    By which I mean cigarette, you americans,
    THATS BAD

    Do I look like Beanie Man
    Well rah I wish I did
    Cos hes a handsome devil
    and I’d have, like, better looking kids
    Only kidding, my unborn spawn, you’re gonna be hot
    Unless my mobile gives me cancer and my what drops off
    Anyway, back to the point, which is me,

    A-T-D
    Adam N-A-R-K-I-E-W-I-C-Zee
    Ex CV on my CV
    Used to represent NBC, but
    The boys from the band and the girl from the band
    Well they do not talk to me
    You see, they blew me off, cos they’re all toffs
    Or maybe really I forgot
    The reason they was urked was that I went solo
    and murked off to Merkinland
    to sign the dotted like with the swine I swore to swot
    I stole the DJ, missed some gigs
    Now I’m back on the everloving cigs

    Cos I’m a hypocrite
    Booze plus tobacco smoke, sweet like licorice
    Look at this
    Chunking up again, it’s unsightly
    Just like me
    That’s why I have to do the right thing like I was Spike Lee

    I keep it hidden like the ark of the covenant
    But that’s more lies than you’re cccc government
    Now where your mother went?
    I need to ask about that ark
    Cos I can’t be kept in the dark
    AH!

    Now the ark was made of shtting wood. No shttin.
    Blood keeps dripping in the kitchen and I’m bitching
    But I really should probably not be a popstar.
    Might serve more use training as a doctor
    Or maybe like a cop bra
    My pop says that I should quit, he’s like…
    “You can’t change nothing with a hit, you tit”
    And I admit that my chosen career is steeped in vanity
    Humanity comes second drive, rah
    I’m questioning my sanity

    Granmamma be right
    Profanity cannae be excused
    Neither the reasons to twos up your salary
    But Valerie, way back in that alley,
    she said I would be causing a calamity
    I’M CAUSING A CALAMITY!!!

    S’ah,
    Fuck egality
    I’d rather be Rameses
    Falluses
    Start building palaces on top of where Dallas is
    Alice is right down that rabbit hole
    And I’m in there with her
    I’m all a quiver
    But I really ain’t got nothin’ to give her
    Except for all of the love in the world
    I’ll tell her chuck yer fella and I’ll never ever want another
    girl

    Cos I’m a hypocrite
    Right up in the thick of it
    Booze plus tobacco smoke, sweet like licorice
    Look at this
    Chunking up again, it’s unsightly
    Just like me
    That’s why I have to do the right thing like I was Spike Lee

    Baby, I’m a hypocrite
    Stop asking about Natalie
    You know I’m blooming sick of it
    Paul says they’m a lock me up
    Well, sod it then. Fight me
    I might be about to go join Richard Whitely

    Scrapin’ at the bottom of the rap barrel
    I’ll be the new Chevy Chase, Chuck Chuck and Will Ferrell
    Slag you off for starting quarrels on my site every night
    Then I’m the first to be like, “Why?” when this spite
    ignites fight

    Sight’s limited
    I like to say I rule, but I best not
    There’s a reason Jeres called me a ‘Myopic Little Despot’
    Lets not talk about the Doherty phase
    She said I shoulda tried investing
    I know property pays
    And I can’t blame the drink
    I just don’t think
    Hence up that time up in the clink
    I do it dirty like a rotten disease
    I’d rather die being on my knees and spend my life on my knees

    And right I moan about the environment
    Then hardly recycle
    I catch a cab to practice
    Cos I’m to dam lazy to cycle
    Might call makes from BITD
    But then again, I might just let ’em off lightly
    And I still got five p p pairs of Nikes!

    I’m a…
    I’m a…
    I’m a…
    I’m a….

    I’m a hypocrite
    Right up in the thick of it
    Booze plus tobacco smoke, sweet like licorice
    Look at this
    Chunking up again, it’s unsightly
    Just like me
    That’s why I have to do the right thing like I was Spike Lee

    Baby, I’m a hypocrite
    Stop asking about Natalie
    You know I’m blooming sick of it
    Paul says they’m a lock me up
    Well, sod it then. Fight me
    I might be about to go join Richard Whitely

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