Lyrics Normal - Merky Ace

Normal

Know what it is
Merky ACE
Family Tree all day
We’re taking it back
Normal
Look
Splatter blood all over the dashboard
Take from me but I’ve taken more
Wanna rush me?
Then make me pour
Leave my blood all over the floor
Get a swift bang, better know I’m raw
Just like meat in the butcher’s store
Didn’t beg friend, fam, I lift his jaw
You’re not safe now we’re in war
Menacing society’s what I’m for
Get rained on in the liquor store
Get nanked up when you’re shotting them scores
Did a swag job, next time, do more
You’ll be a murder up on the dancefloor
Nuttin' like an old song back in the day
Squeeze two shots and lay a man flat
You can never be on the level I’m on
Squeeze two shots then mek a man burn
Yeah, I spit greaze and I do not care
Put in too much work last month
Back on the roads, gonna get that in
Family Tree, we’re the best in the world
If it ain’t Koz then I don’t give a shit
Put it on mute cause I don’t wanna hear
What have you done for the scene this week?
Peak
You can hold a hot one straight in your cheek
Get your headtop wrapped up just like a Sikh
You can come through on your gassed up hype
Saying that you are not scared in beef
Standard, normal, you will get eat
It’s not a ting, Ego will beat
Corn in your head, put man to sleep
Yo, gunshot
Man run it up, get shanked, that’s a nanking
Get clapped way down the road, that’s a gunshot
Gunshot, blade in my jeans, that’s a nanking
If I can’t grab that stick for the gunshot
It’s not a ting, pedal bike, start nanking
Jump in a cab if I can, gunshot
If you ain’t worth that stress, nanking
Yo, stabbage
All for the Family Tree, get bun up
Run up on set and I cause man stabbage
When I touch mic, the mic get bun up
Three sick kicks and a sub bass, stabbage
Faze went in so the beat got bun up
The last man that tried give me stabbage
No homo, when I see him, he’s getting bun up
Fully trapping, I’m a trap star, push something in your headback, star
Leave man rolling in the mud like the wheels on a tractor
Merky ACE, not an actor
Not a game, no Jak and Daxter
Boom boom your head like the Black Eyed Peas
Then zoom zoom from the feds like Maxsta
I’ve had enough of all the wasteman on Facebook
Asking me if I’m still breathing
I’ll punch your teeth in
Let man spit, leave a little gap
Reload in the dance, soundboys got a chiefing
Spat a whole 32 bar and no one was feeling
Standard, normal, dun know, that gets the wheeling
I’ve got Family Tree tattooed on my right arm
Get clapped by the whole team in war
Or my tree trunk right will leave a man sleeping
I’ll jump through the window
Let the ting go, go all-out for the dough
Roll with a team of barkers that home
Chrome, you can get a spear in your dome
Old school just like the kick ringtone
Star Wars, dash bare nines, no drones
Made big bucks off picking up phones
I’ll get you skeng touched then turned to a ghost
He’s strapped too, don’t answer the phone
Act up again, get your whole chest blown
Into the sky, land in a new zone
Face get burnt, on the Richter, one-O
MAC alarm wake up, everybody roll
I’ll whip your girl’s makeup right off her boat
You’re not a rudeboy, rudeboys know
Rudeboys don’t wear batty boys' clothes
And I’ll crash through the attic
Let the blood drip, go all-out for the jibs
Roll with a team of barkers that home
Mad ting, she can get a hole in her lip
MCs talk crap, ain’t having that shit
Slew dem like Spooky, not long, it’s quick
You can try run, I’ll be letting that rip
Should’ve thought twice, fam, shouldn’t have slipped
He’s strapped too and it’s a full clip
Act up again and the kid gets kicked
Down three flights of stairs, no, I don’t give a shit
I don’t care if your daughter’s six
I don’t care if your grandma’s sick
You better be giving them jibs
Man wanna come here hyping to me?
RIP, left cold and stiff
Fuck off