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merky ace - farda lyrics

[chorus]
mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
give me all that there cuh it’s all mine
all these new mcs’ flows, they’re mine
they don’t want no smoke cause i blow up like
mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
and if a man ever try touch one of mine
i’mma scar his face, he’ll remember mine

[verse]
got a reload but that was my style from back in the day
i guess that makes me your farda
so in this war, i don’t need armour
cadell called me like armour
and said “a nuh nuttin’, leave them”
but i’m here and i’m fully on gaza
jammz who? jammz where? jammz on nada
he sits down in the bath, he ain’t shower
when i lift that bucket hat off of his headside
he ain’t gonna have no power on sight guys
don’t stand behind mic ty, stand on your own two feet
you’re grown, that’s soft
came flex, tried spit, mic never got p-ssed
ask cadell or grimey cuh they was deya
everything you say about me
it don’t really matter cuh you owe me prs p
cuh your last three tunes were ghostwritten by me
about sour
gun buck jammz in his teeth
then the taste of blood in his mout’ will be sour
king original, you spat for an hour
lightbox, you spat for an hour
yeah, you was sh-t for two hours
“wait” and “spesh”, that’s tired and dead
about ten times i’ve heard that said
in them two hours, realised you was dead
lift you out the casket and dash you back in it again
i’ll delete my tweets
in case i have to buss your head on the streets
about king of the pirate radio
you’re a carbon copy of me and p money
muddled up in some wasteman’s body
never shot food, fam, jammz got a job
jammz goes rinse with his uniform on
then flings on his hat and thinks he’s a don
on his laptop, he’s got tunes
with ‘splurt diablo type beat’ on, but they’re all weak songs
splurt’s in my team
so we’ve got a couple things that we gotta speak on
man wanna ring up people and say “watch out
ft are mobbing sets”, from that talk there
man already dead, you’re already scared
ain’t held no spesh, stop talking about spesh, you’re air
i will strangle you with them strings on your rasclart hat
if you think you can take this away from music, you’re mad
tell your marjay that you got your clart beat down by your dad
watch your mout, who you talking to, soundboy? you’re not bad
plastician “london living” won’t save you inna war
i don’t wanna see you tweet that link anymore
it’s dead, and you’re just gonna mad me
and i don’t even need no one in ft
just me, mi and capo lee
will give you a headstone next to so large’s, gladly
ghetts called me, he was talking ’bout p on the timeline
but i don’t follow, he didn’t finalise the fee
i was staring at my iphone like “why have you rang me?”
i can only vouch for a few in e3
all these other mcs from a, b and c
better stand up tall cause they ain’t
raskit brang me
jammz is slowly moving to pop
used to make greaze but it failed cause you’re washed
better mind how you talk to a boss
cause i’ll start move anti
jammz and pauly papers wear the same briefs
and they wanna talk to a big man about street
first, stop sharing next man’s panties
got a new ting called head slap off
so i don’t care what man’s gotta say
from when i rise it, man start p–p
he ain’t got g-ssed, that’s a ting called nerves
stink out the room with his eyes all shook
thought that crank there jammz was a crook
got spun on his own set on air
i take what he says with a pinch of salt
clash of the pagans coming out soon
when that drops, man are gonna be mad
sometimes you’ve gotta show man who’s dad
today, like me showing jammz who’s bad
me, mad max
anywhere i see them boy get bax
live what i really talk on the tracks
jammz’s cr-p bars ain’t got facts

- merky ace lyrics

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