Lights Off

[Verse 1: Merky ACE] 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 [Verse 2: Ego] 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 [Verse 3: MIK] 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