Merky ACE - Conspiracy (Headtop Turner) lyrics

Yo merky ACE, dun know, Family Tree
Family Tree
Big up Splurt on the production, yeah?
Dem man ain't getting beats like this
Not even know what it is
So man wanna come with something fake, yeah?
Like I'm meant to be sure
Oi, you know what, big
Up Darkos, yeah? Cause
I come to the studio and vocalled the
Tune he gave me for my mixtape
Then he tried dig MC me out the woodwork
So, it's time to done something real fast

Pricks wanna come with a fake conspiracy
But, I ain't timid and I've never been scared
I'll take out your whole team on a random
From Blue Borough so I don't show fear
You wanna talk 'bout getting
Gully with the shotty
It's a fact that you're washed


Like my girlfriend's hair
I'm Merky ACE, I've never been a waste
And I'll tell you again, that rumour's air
Mook, why's Max fucking around for?
Shoot man up from the ground to the top floor
Roll with the dargs and they all got lockjaw
When you see me at your next stage show
Don't think it's a talking ting
I'mma buck four come with my four boys
I will pull out the long ting
Rinse the whole clip like a psycho
Not gonna stop till I drop four

Dickhead wanna try and chat shit, yeah?
Yeah? Suck your mum, Maxsta
Everyone you know can suck your mum
Then man will suck her mumma's too yeah?
It's not a dickhead ting, fam

I know you wanna call me and squash the beef
But, it's gone too far now, ACE don't care
I was in Russian Bar
Not gonna say what I had
But, I didn't see you and I can see clear
I went outside when I heard you was outside
Looked to my left and you weren't there
Looked to my right and you weren't there
Looked straight ahead and you weren't there
Ask anybody if the ACE was there
No ID needed, got in on a standard
And I look young with no facial hair
So don't try say that you couldn't get in
Cause your age excuses, dem ah get air
You were shook cause Blue State was there
You're soft in the middle
Like a chocolate eclair

I was there, fam
Ask anyone, I was at Russian Bar
You weren't there
You was booked, why didn't you-
Not even that you did come, then you left
Blud you were shook
And don't come with no excuse cause I've
Got no ID and I'm seventeen, what?

East Ham wanna war the ACE
I will take on you, him, her, him, her
Him, her, her, her, any time or place
Ain't tryna be funny, I'll tear off her face
I rep the team of the turtle
So don't sleep, you hare
Cause I'll win the race
If you wanna bring beef
Then I'll bring the bass
Like the bucktoothed waste
I don't mind sitting in a jail cell for you
This is incriminating but I don't watch face
I will lie through my teeth
To a bastard judge
I will do a fake cry and then buss the case
Big time beef, bare shanks and stakes
Cause you know that Ian taste
If you're gonna send for me
Send for me properly
Don't come with something that
Another man says

Be original, fam what's that all about?
You're meant to be a grime kid
And I ain't even sending for Deekay and iCon
This tune's for Maxsta
No more point, done listened to them
Washed, mate, you're not on my wavelength
War

In this war, I will not lose like Wiley
Regardless if Maxsta is rated highly
I'm a war MC so I war MCs
Saying your big fanbase
That's not scary slightly
Got a one bang like an Irish traveller
Won't be racist and say a pikey
I'll phone up Trix and he'll come with Mikey
I've got road links all over the city
I might bring back some old school OGs
That don't hold no guns no
More just like Highbury
Plus, there's Shifman
He will put a something in your head
That you can't get out just like Kylie
East London is back? Well, Max, that's dead
Cause South never left
I'll arrange your death
I'll start giving out beats like Bless
'Nuff kicks and claps and
Locks like white clef

What, did you really think any guy sending?
That wasteman it ain't even grime, blud
You call that grime
Dem man are doing funky tunes
I've been about, I've hit nearly every radio
And my name's out here, I'm certified

Dirty Canvas, you was running your mout up
When the world got on top, you was prang
In every bar, you chat like you're a badboy
You just MC, stop lying to your fans
You know you're on the run from Tinie
From your own ends, you've got banned
I won't send for Deekay and iCon no more
I'm going for the dad
That's pushing their pram ergh
Off my own back, I'll tear down your gang
You're asking for beef but
You're chicken like Sam's
Every word you say is totally wrong
Like two batty man in Soho
Wearing skinny fit jeans
Lipsing each other with their eyes wide open
Willy out of boxers, bashing each other off
While they're holding hands

What about Dirty Canvas, blud? Didn't
Let that one out, did you?
You was gonna get grassed, you was shook
Acting like some prang man
Talking all that big talk but
When it got on top, you were shook
Don't talk if you ain't gonna
Follow up with action, wasteman

Good fans, don't put your trust in Max
He's only gonna do commercial and sell out
Merky ACE, I'm grime all day
I'm the real grime kid from the roads
He's deadout i ain't gonna quit or do
Tunes that are sloppy
If I see big money, I will still not S out
If I see your marjay's running through
The Cross with shopping bags
I'm gonna stick my leg out laugh out loud
Bare fruit'll spill out
I send for Maxsta and Deekay replies
Like some dibby dibby wasteman sendout
Next war dub, I'mma do a dub with Ego
See how faster Maxsta will spin out
Merky ACE, I'm in Lewisham daily
Come near Tesco's and we can swing out

I ain't even gonna send for Deekay
None of dem man again do more promos, Maxsta
I've got eight on my name
Bring them to send for me
They won't get a reply know what it is
I'll see you at the next one, innit
I'm out here