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merky ace – the link up, part 1 lyrics


[intro: merky ace]
merky ace, young poze
link up ting, yeah?
oi, warm them up

[verse 1: young poze]
i’ve got swag, i ain’t talking a tracksuit
got a couple hoes and they’re acting up mad loose
sitting in the trap while i’m sipping my ‘gnac juice
got a couple f-gs so i’m calling this smack food
you better watch your mout, ’cause i’m letting the mac loose
merky ace f-cked, so i call him a mad yout
his girl’s into hoes so they call me a bad yout
m-o-b, b-tch, yeah i hit ’em like straps do
i’m feeling kind of wavy so, pr-ck, i’ma bag you
smack you, break your f-cking legs and your back too
cap who? b-tch, you must be smoking the crack food
young poze, take your f-cking b-tch and your stack too
the dank’s coming in brand new
fresh from ritchie like i’m cutting a line through
f-cking with p? that’s a bad move
late night screen, i’ma put him on sky news
let the strap say a lot, let it spray a speech
p-ssy, you’ll be flying in the air to the other street
you’ll be missing couple bones and arteries
now your blood’s p-ssing and you’re finding it hard to breathe
turned the f-cking place to an ugly scene
left your n-ggas red like i sprayed him with the sub-machine
f-ck the ds, i work the f-cking gauge like a masterpiece
cut the keys, i’ll be in the trap, bagging half a tree
f-ck with me, make him hip hop like it’s r&b
bark and squeeze, sh-ll up in your mout like a f-cking sweet
asking me, got the pure c0ke that’ll charge a fee
after me, got the right smoke, leave him half asleep
half of b, got a fresh load coming after three
p-ssing heat, i’ma run down f-cking half the street
asking me, i’m a right g when it comes to street
after me, i’ma leave him slumped when i charge the heat
f-ck it, this is my time, phone line
time to make your b-tches and your dome mine, pitching in the ’05
so high, watch the p-ssy burst and he’s so fly
road life, i’ll be in the street like a road sign
pure white, so nice, flooded in the roadside
n-ggas want a reason, you can talk to my .45
.45, bullets look for n-ggas like a tour guide
pure stripes, you’ll be opened up like door slides

[break: merky ace]
yeah, poze, you dun know what time it is now, innit?

[verse 2: merky ace]
drive in the backseat, stroking a fat heat
get hit with corn and i don’t mean lamb feet
you’ll see t, me, m, shif and e
two man burning up the danky, gangrene
five man eating with trays, no canteen
get your whole headtop [?], that’s a baked bean
think i ain’t mean, and i’m a fake g?
till you hold a cream member, that’s a fake squeeze
now you’ve got a lot of thought to share
brains spilling out like brixton, blood’s everywhere
madness, take it out on any breh
full magazine and i don’t mean marie claire
that’s a full clip, not one from a jezzy’s hair
better think twice before you stand and stare
’cause it can get mad in here, you’ll get sent straight down to satan’s lair
when the barrel spins like a carousel in a funfair
ergh, this ain’t a funfair (nope)
war ain’t fun, and it ain’t fair
get sweeped out your nike airs by eight spares
far from generous, but sh-lls? ace will share
’cause i’m a kind man
come for my food and i’ll make you diced lamb
i’m a chopper like a pushbike, chopper on a pushbike
ride up and turn your pigs into sliced ham
scold you in your back, that’s smoked ham
yeah, we’ve got big straps, but i’ll still poke man
ain’t nuttin’ like a kid wanting detention
big shank hurt your lungs much more than benson
you think i give a f-ck about your little bredrin?
like say [?] will not end him
bend him with the stick
make him do a triple flip and bawl out for attention
he’s saying “help, help”
hoping that the feds drive by and hear and put us in a jail cell
got n-ggas on the ends, say merky ain’t well
mad in his head, it goes deep like a water well
even sort your girl, we don’t call it
bulletproof vest round here is a tortoise sh-ll
you can have one, but you still will get clapped, son
straight in your o2, bl–dy h-ll
that’s your dome, brah, no getting sown up
when the chrome sparks
you will get lost in the wind like an old fart
i’ve got no heart, so i’ll shot dark
ain’t gonna lie, though, fam, i’m on a cro ting
so if you wanna draw, come cold bath
had a setback, only got a half
but i’ve got a move in my head that’ll rain in the zs
i will tear off a leg, and if needed, i’ll stop a heart
(dead him)