Lyrics Lights off - Merky Ace, M.I.K

Lights off

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