Lights off - Merky Ace, M.I.K

If you ain’t gonna pull it out, don’t tuck it

If you ain’t prepared to die, then buss it

Never one of mine get tek for a muppet

I be in the middle of the mix cause I love it

Green light, go, pull strings like a puppet

Knee-high youts get crushed, don’t chuck it

You can catch something when I’m banging in public

Same ting ram cuh me grab it and shoves it

Dere pon the hip, dem man ah hug it

D generation, tell a gyal suck it

Ask your bitch cause she loves it

Roll darg like Jesse on the ball like Ronny

Shake, rattle and roll when I push it in a body

Say you’re a hater, you ain’t hating no one

You’re a straight bullshitter, go and get your gun, bang

Dem boy due fi get caught and bun

Man trap the boy in so they can’t run

They say avoiding but they don’t get sun

When I clutch the oi ting, pinballs get spun

Everyone’s badman till their cab get tun

Inside out, I’ll be in your hideout

With three or four Gs so man ah gotta wile out

Pipe down or it’s lights out, lights off

Paint the town red like goth

If a man ain’t hearing then T’s gotta nod

Then I swear on my life, he’ll get Sweeney Todd

Power of my palm got me feeling like God

Run up to the spot and shoot like Drog

Shit CDs get thrown in the bog

Man PYP round here or get lost

I don’t wanna hear no talk about who

I don’t give a fuck if you’ve got ten dogs

Nine straps, five tanners and you do kung fu or karate

Man better know my team’s barmy

Track four, I couldn’t give a fuck about an army

You better be invincible if you wan' harm me

Let something glide in your top like Armani

I don’t wanna hear no talk 'bout Versace

Or none of dem tunes dere

Dem boy can’t do what I do here

I don’t go to the rave and screw brehs

But I might fling a bottle and two chairs

I’ll stunt outside, let it boom clear

See my doom stare, that’s got you feared

Push it to the limit and new gears

Don’t get bright like flares

The way I got this set real quick was practice

Dibby MCs can’t match this

Can’t go rounds with a kid who ain’t match fit

Sickness but you can’t catch this

Man wanna come here hyping to me

Get blown off the atlas

Where I come from, all opps get smashed quick

Tear through any formation and tactics

I sit down, spit and ain’t lacked it

Dem man are nuttin' but spastics

Firing bars like lead in your chest

Flying out of your back till your whole chest backless

Dem boy watch what we do and try cat this

When I’ve got the mic in my hand, I go mad sick

Try put my name in one of your bars

It will all end tragic

Watch man disappear like magic

Man hate, it’s a madness

Yeah, I’m about, I’m about

It’s bait, I know your ting’s

For my Family Tree, get hot ones to your mouth

Or get your head buss with a bottle of Stout

I’m nice, there’s no doubt, got your wifey on my ting

Free wines, I’m scrubsing her down

Then beating her out

Serve 'em into her mouth

Hop in to beat the dumb out

Skeet and then bounce, I squeeze them flows out by the truckload

If I ain’t the best, then fuck knows

I ain’t doing this for the stripes, swear I done those

I’m running with the metal like Usain after my dumb flows

Golden child, yeah, Mum knows

Could’ve been washed up or could’ve been a swag MC

But it’s not in my Levi jeans

So everyday I hustle for the funds, bro

Yeah, I’ve got a serious bar

Come like lifting bar

B on the left, A in the mid

R in the right, serious bar

The bar is mental

Sick bar

Samuel Jackson when I come through

What the fuck?

Fuck bar

Crazy

Dumb bar

Man wanna know why I write so much

Told man I love bar

I hit the target all year round

So I don’t really know 'bout crossbar

Got a new ting and I call that oh

What’s that one?

Star bar