Merky ACE - Frontline lyrics
[Merky ACE - Frontline lyrics]
You don't know about badness on the curb 24
7, no madness
Pick a bad B, I ain't gotta say "grab this"
I just glide in and out like hatchet
There with the flame, ain't talking matches
Gonna get bounced, no need for a mattress
Staying with ACE cause she knows
That I clap sticks touch one of mine
Leave you laying in a casket
You don't know about badness on the curb 24
7, no madness
Pick a bad B, I ain't gotta say "grab this"
I just glide in and out like hatchet
There with the flame, ain't talking matches
Gonna get bounced, no need for a mattress
Clap sticks yeah
Ask me for beef and the
Answer won't be verbal
If I rise something then man are gonna turtle
You've got two choices: clapped or hurdle
Won't get away if I screech and burst you
Skid around the corner and call that Skrtel
Cutting through the ends and
The swagger's all Erkel
Busy but I've got 'nuff time for a personal
I stay strapped like a colonel
I'm strapped up like a lieutenant
Ring who? I'll dead him, pussy
Better bring your weapon
Get thumped in the mouth
Now you're feeling all threatened
Man think it's a game
I'll teach him a lesson
Wanna war us? Then you better
Get your bread in
Man'll creep in your house that
You rest your head in
If he didn't start then I
Wouldn't haffi end him
I ain't tryna hear no talk about left
Few of my dargs locked up
And it's got me stressed
But, I ain't tryna bruck him
Unless it's a visit
All type of grinds, my hands are in it
See me on the frontline behind Titch skidding
Man wanna do me something, I say "is it?"
I ain't inna kidding, G, I'ma rip it
Slide with the something that's
Sharp and rigid
If you don't bang, they're frigid
Still not legit
The way dem boy dere come on the
Mic and fake talk and fib it
If I see a clart, I'll liff it
Big shoe man ah wear, dibby foot can't fit it
Just got a mission and T's gonna hit it
So man's gonna get it
Come back with the nutcracker and
Split it like boom
Tings shut down when we enter the room
FT, man know what it is
Man trap all day cause their
Dough in the bit's
Yeah, I've got a little something
You can hold some of this
I'll jump out the bush like boo
Stick it on a pussy like coo
Clapped him, he's covered in goo
I don't care who
Bring any one of them, they will get chewed
Leave 'em leaking juice
I'll split every tooth
Like vamoose, get out of here
Get gone, everyone's turned snitch
I ain't tryna be a lighter
Never would I put my trust in Delilah
Only got time for Eliza
Never see vodka on a man's rider
Dem man dere are smoking Cuba
And they're washing it down with cider
If they ever think they can
Touch one of mine, bruv
Know who the fuck I'm gonna line up
Send a man down when his clart gets skied up
Bally on my face
Have you covered in dirt with the spade
Stiff in your grave, all or nothing
Bore, not shave, we do not graze
Bunch of talk, walk that walk
Perimeter chalked, nobody talk
Fishes in the Blue can't talk to asylum
Wish came true when they shot down Trident
Stop and search what? Not me, I'm gliding
Big bike riding, tinted vising
I was outside while you was inside hiding
But, it's alright, king
Cause, I'm on my 'mind on my money
And my money on my mind' ting that's my ting
Didn't have time for the other one
Fuck a bitch, I'm my mother's son
You can't tell me nuttin'
When I was out here licking
Shots by the dozen you was duvet hugging
I ain't inna me mugging
I do what you doesn't, ACE
All the bitches wan' fuck him
Fuck that, they're clucking
If you wanna baid then you gotta get stuck in
When you see the blade
You'll be cloth-touching
Get it in your face cuh
You're slipping on the frontline
Get followed to the backroad
It's crunch time creep up and duck line
Pitch up a stake
This ain't a piggy-in-the-middle
Joke or riddle, hey diddle diddle
You will get fizzled from my Family Tree
You can hold some missiles
When I'm on the ball, man ah shoot
Not dribble
Dem babies see the cuts and seize up
Dem fi get greaze up
My kind of pressure can't ease up
If I hear there's bread
Then something haffi run
Ain't getting some? Then I'm taking it done
Ain't got some? You better get you one
Ain't getting some? Then I'm taking it done
If you draw for your swampers
You'll all get bun i'm on the frontline with
Don't mean spoon when I'm talking
Not that loud
Don't know what you thought then
Man ah get open for reckless talking
Deh with the Stephen Hawking
Run up on man, no more walking
Guns go bang, yeah, that'll sort him
Out on the curb, been bait from morning
Trap all day, skrrting and selling
Got it on lock from Chelmsford to Welling
The groin till the balls dem smelling
Granddad hat, boydem ain't telling
Run up your trap, slicing and shelling
Done said it's not that, if it's on
I'ma dead him
Dance ah go dun when I smash man's melon
Gets dark when I'm all black like Venom
For my team I'm a straight
Up savage like Keeno
I was out here while you was reading Beano
Trap granddad hat got me feeling like Nino
Man would've thought that I just MC though
On my way to Heathrow with my don Zido
Listening to that's that stinky
Gyal ah got a big back, looking like Binky
She wan' drink me
MOB, when I'm done, you can link me
Three years back, I was gripping them bindis
Throwing up pattern and dotting them quickly
Back in the trap cuh it's too risky
It missed me but don't slip, G
Cuh man ah lift that quickly
Get rich or die trying like 50
Nah, G, get rich or duppy man swiftly
Man ah do music, I don't take
Like I ain't got it in me
Stand up strong, my yout, you look flimsy
FT's major, no, we're not indie
Dance ah go dun when I turn man Hindi
Red dot
7, no madness
Pick a bad B, I ain't gotta say "grab this"
I just glide in and out like hatchet
There with the flame, ain't talking matches
Gonna get bounced, no need for a mattress
Staying with ACE cause she knows
That I clap sticks touch one of mine
Leave you laying in a casket
You don't know about badness on the curb 24
7, no madness
Pick a bad B, I ain't gotta say "grab this"
I just glide in and out like hatchet
There with the flame, ain't talking matches
Gonna get bounced, no need for a mattress
Clap sticks yeah
Ask me for beef and the
Answer won't be verbal
If I rise something then man are gonna turtle
You've got two choices: clapped or hurdle
Won't get away if I screech and burst you
Skid around the corner and call that Skrtel
Cutting through the ends and
The swagger's all Erkel
Busy but I've got 'nuff time for a personal
I stay strapped like a colonel
I'm strapped up like a lieutenant
Ring who? I'll dead him, pussy
Better bring your weapon
Get thumped in the mouth
Now you're feeling all threatened
Man think it's a game
I'll teach him a lesson
Wanna war us? Then you better
Get your bread in
Man'll creep in your house that
You rest your head in
If he didn't start then I
Wouldn't haffi end him
I ain't tryna hear no talk about left
Few of my dargs locked up
And it's got me stressed
But, I ain't tryna bruck him
Unless it's a visit
All type of grinds, my hands are in it
See me on the frontline behind Titch skidding
Man wanna do me something, I say "is it?"
I ain't inna kidding, G, I'ma rip it
Slide with the something that's
Sharp and rigid
If you don't bang, they're frigid
Still not legit
The way dem boy dere come on the
Mic and fake talk and fib it
If I see a clart, I'll liff it
Big shoe man ah wear, dibby foot can't fit it
Just got a mission and T's gonna hit it
So man's gonna get it
Come back with the nutcracker and
Split it like boom
Tings shut down when we enter the room
FT, man know what it is
Man trap all day cause their
Dough in the bit's
Yeah, I've got a little something
You can hold some of this
I'll jump out the bush like boo
Stick it on a pussy like coo
Clapped him, he's covered in goo
I don't care who
Bring any one of them, they will get chewed
Leave 'em leaking juice
I'll split every tooth
Like vamoose, get out of here
Get gone, everyone's turned snitch
I ain't tryna be a lighter
Never would I put my trust in Delilah
Only got time for Eliza
Never see vodka on a man's rider
Dem man dere are smoking Cuba
And they're washing it down with cider
If they ever think they can
Touch one of mine, bruv
Know who the fuck I'm gonna line up
Send a man down when his clart gets skied up
Bally on my face
Have you covered in dirt with the spade
Stiff in your grave, all or nothing
Bore, not shave, we do not graze
Bunch of talk, walk that walk
Perimeter chalked, nobody talk
Fishes in the Blue can't talk to asylum
Wish came true when they shot down Trident
Stop and search what? Not me, I'm gliding
Big bike riding, tinted vising
I was outside while you was inside hiding
But, it's alright, king
Cause, I'm on my 'mind on my money
And my money on my mind' ting that's my ting
Didn't have time for the other one
Fuck a bitch, I'm my mother's son
You can't tell me nuttin'
When I was out here licking
Shots by the dozen you was duvet hugging
I ain't inna me mugging
I do what you doesn't, ACE
All the bitches wan' fuck him
Fuck that, they're clucking
If you wanna baid then you gotta get stuck in
When you see the blade
You'll be cloth-touching
Get it in your face cuh
You're slipping on the frontline
Get followed to the backroad
It's crunch time creep up and duck line
Pitch up a stake
This ain't a piggy-in-the-middle
Joke or riddle, hey diddle diddle
You will get fizzled from my Family Tree
You can hold some missiles
When I'm on the ball, man ah shoot
Not dribble
Dem babies see the cuts and seize up
Dem fi get greaze up
My kind of pressure can't ease up
If I hear there's bread
Then something haffi run
Ain't getting some? Then I'm taking it done
Ain't got some? You better get you one
Ain't getting some? Then I'm taking it done
If you draw for your swampers
You'll all get bun i'm on the frontline with
Don't mean spoon when I'm talking
Not that loud
Don't know what you thought then
Man ah get open for reckless talking
Deh with the Stephen Hawking
Run up on man, no more walking
Guns go bang, yeah, that'll sort him
Out on the curb, been bait from morning
Trap all day, skrrting and selling
Got it on lock from Chelmsford to Welling
The groin till the balls dem smelling
Granddad hat, boydem ain't telling
Run up your trap, slicing and shelling
Done said it's not that, if it's on
I'ma dead him
Dance ah go dun when I smash man's melon
Gets dark when I'm all black like Venom
For my team I'm a straight
Up savage like Keeno
I was out here while you was reading Beano
Trap granddad hat got me feeling like Nino
Man would've thought that I just MC though
On my way to Heathrow with my don Zido
Listening to that's that stinky
Gyal ah got a big back, looking like Binky
She wan' drink me
MOB, when I'm done, you can link me
Three years back, I was gripping them bindis
Throwing up pattern and dotting them quickly
Back in the trap cuh it's too risky
It missed me but don't slip, G
Cuh man ah lift that quickly
Get rich or die trying like 50
Nah, G, get rich or duppy man swiftly
Man ah do music, I don't take
Like I ain't got it in me
Stand up strong, my yout, you look flimsy
FT's major, no, we're not indie
Dance ah go dun when I turn man Hindi
Red dot