Playing Games

[Intro: Big Zuu]

B-I, B-I

[Verse 1: Big Zuu]

I take time when I step

See, my mind's on my grind, not trying to flex

Big Zuu, known for mic igniting and decks

Take a chip from the deck, then I'm lighting a stench

Stay high on the regs cuh I came from the lows

Me, I do it for my bros till my stack's all wedge

I don't care 'bout being backed by a ledge

Cuh the bars wavy, push boats to the edge

Real to my word and I know what I said

They're some part-time shottas, can't mess with the Z

Try warn, brother, knew you'd get finessed with the lev

But they don't know about West

These likkle youts gotta get baptised to be blessed on my ends

See, you're too gassed on your block

If you mark all your stock

There's some bruddas that will get some shares

Just by investing in skengs

I know bruddas in pen 'cause of shoot-outs

I know bruddas with mad lines like tube routes

But they lay low, ain't tryna do clout

These youts buss a likkle shot

And that's what their whole tune's 'bout

And that's what their whole life is

These little kids talk about war

But there's people with mad countries in crisis

We're all tryna go where the Ps are

Tryna find where my slice is

What goes around comes around

So why you think I keep moving righteous?

Cuh we came from the blocks where we light spliffs

Ducking from the jakes in the high-vis

But we didn't really care cuh we like risk

Man, I'm tryna get a yard with a nice lift

From the bottom to the top, it's my time, bitch

[Verse 2: Merky ACE]

I ain't inna no argy bargey, lock off the party

Try violate? I'll be back like Arnie

Buj part Harle-Tsunami

Typhoon on a Typhoon

Get your ends burnt like onion bhaji

Bad solo, I don't need no army

Think that they know me? Hardly

For the right move, I'll tan man's auntie

[Chorus: Merky ACE]

Everybody wanna play till the toys come out

Stuck in the mud if we're playing tag

See something bulging, know that's it

Better think first, this ain't duck-duck-goose

Touch man's skull, he'll be leaking juice

Ain't bringing no flavours; blazing youts

Trapping in tracksuits

Get boil up, bring your bathing suits

It's peak

Get drowned by the sharks in the Blue

Stampede by gorillas and the lions in the zoo

Say me good-hearted but they're lying, yeah, it's true

We're them bad people, they're just liars in the booth

Lying through their teeth till they get hit with the .22

Tryna beef a mad head? Sick

You ain't even heat rash, let alone flu

Spit venom at you and your brederins too

[Verse 3: Big Zuu]

Chun-Li's pow to enlighten

Got a piece of the vibe just from writing

How many sets have I showered? That lightning

It's only man that's sour that ain't vibesing

Trust, trust, trust

Them man are just cowards, they ain't riding

Bunch of flours, they ain't rising

I'm in the top of this tower, I'm in a different league

You're all fake, you ain't got no legitimacy

About I spit too loud, well

You lack the literacy

You ain't got no energy

Nah, you lack the vitamin C

Me and my bruddas, we're the illest MCs

Little youts tryna ask how to get a tek piece

I tell 'em from young I came with the tek with ease

Bussing up sets, North, West and East

Go South, go Flex and flex on beats

Bussing a sweat, uh

Thou will never test this beast

I'll only rest when I'm six feet deep

Becuh man have been the best and his best ain't seen

We've got mad companies investing Ps

And we're still in the lab, man's billing up fatties

Oh, we've got another show

Know that I'm sitting in passy

We've got something in the beef, man are moving wassy

You can hold couple shots to your chassis

Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap

Dem man dere beat corn through a lappy

It's only online when you're chatty

You don't wanna get real-life scrappy

[Verse 4: Merky ACE]

I ain't inna no -ism and -schism

Rise up my sitting and hit him

Game over; failed mission

No restarts or continue

Gravestone with your full name

D.O.B and the day that I met you

For the talk that you chat, get silenced, loose

With the nizzy or wap, I'm a violent yout

Fling 'bout chairs and my fist too

[Chorus: Merky ACE]

Everybody wanna play till the toys come out

Stuck in the mud if we're playing tag

See something bulging, know that's it

Better think first, this ain't duck-duck-goose

Touch man's skull, he'll be leaking juice

Ain't bringing no flavours; blazing youts

Trapping in tracksuits

Get boil up, bring your bathing suits

It's peak

Get drowned by the sharks in the Blue

Stampede by gorillas and the lions in the zoo

Say me good-hearted but they're lying, yeah, it's true

We're them bad people, they're just liars in the booth

Lying through their teeth till they get hit with the .22

Tryna beef a mad head? Sick

You ain't even heat rash, let alone flu

Spit venom at you and your brederins too