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merky ace - rock n' rolla lyrics

[chorus: merky ace & mik]
rock n’ rolla
get out the way, your time is over
get out the way, your time is over
mic controller
get out the way, your time is over
get out the way, your time is over
i’m a soldier
get out the way, your time is over
get out the way, your time is over
supernova
get out the way, your time is over
get out the way, your time is over

[verse 1: mik]
yo, yo, bar up, bar up, my man ah bar up
these man are catting man for the large up
can’t spit flows with a mobile phone
when the mobile phone ain’t got no charge up
little boy, better take time and charge up
come to the stage right now, get barge up
tell you, with a star like me, ain’t gonna do much
apart from get your scar up
too far up, wait for the par up
left in the alleyway, curl up, scarred up
got a white ting, nah, dusty ting
she’ll clap this ting just like lara
shopping sprees all up in zara
but i ain’t one to shop in zara
but i might stunt with the ting like zara
till i get caught by the bredrin’s zara
too much hype, that equals drama
trust me when i say i know ’bout karma
been on the road like once or twice
and it got on top and i had no armour
jesus christ, i’m such a charmer
back then, i was all up in tara
mortal kombat, johnny cage
rip the page, katana
uncle douglas got a new ting in the shed
and he calls that one banana
one missed call, that equals gaza
so many kids in the game, oh, what a shame
it’s cool ’cause i’m their farda
man wanna sit in my chair like what?
man wanna sit in my chair like barber
said that two years back, it’s nada

[verse 2: merky ace]
yeah, hold up, hold up, big ones can’t get sewn up
reconstruction, man got blown up
too much pride in the jungle
and a lion can’t get shown up
i ain’t tryna ring around, i ain’t tryna phone up
ras down every rasclart on my own, blud
man are on grown stuff
see man on the frontline, you can get flown up
donny, i’ve got mine when it’s that crunch time
you can get crunched like food by the canines
crunch
don, it’s all playtime
get left face flying
with the supersoaker, get wet, man take lives
i don’t wanna hear no talk about snakebite
man got box for his fake rhymes
you can shot for eight lines

- merky ace lyrics

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