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"No Comparing" is a track by Merky ACE, from the album Play Your Position, released 14th October 2013. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Chorus] There's no comparing If he was to holler at me, I would air him Wanna chat greaze but I can't do swearing If I wanna get on the legal playlist 24/7, bare FT blaring Gyal ah got a big butt but I am sharing Got my air vents but I ain't got an airing I'm the real G that the young Gs fearing Any riddim I'm tearing Try come back round here, I'll dare him That's not my boy, you won't see me near him If it ain't FT, I don't wanna know What, you think I'm caring? Beep a man's head off the power steering Telling bare stories but I ain't hearing I don't wanna know [Verse 1] Heard I was wanted dead or alive But I didn't run just like track five Still trapping all day just like track nine I don't need metaphors, this is real life Spit similes on a constant hype Man are like "Merky ACE is the guy" Stating the obvious, I don't try Ask T or Koz, fam, I don't lie I know a confused dyke Telling me how she wants that pipe Booked a one cab on the Addison Lee app Then I went there and gave her pipe My mum would go jail If the feds knew I used her knife She told me "make more music, please" So I did, now I'm alright [Chorus] There's no comparing If he was to holler at me, I would air him Wanna chat greaze but I can't do swearing If I wanna get on the legal playlist 24/7, bare FT blaring Gyal ah got a big butt but I am sharing Got my air vents but I ain't got an airing I'm the real G that the young Gs fearing Any riddim I'm tearing Try come back round here, I'll dare him That's not my boy, you won't see me near him If it ain't FT, I don't wanna know What, you think I'm caring? Beep a man's head off the power steering Telling bare stories but I ain't hearing I don't wanna know [Verse 2] Ease off, you're just tryna be hard I've got a .38 in a wasteman's yard Bare MCs wanna talk about mash But they ain't bangers, never embark It's a horror show when Merky starts I'm so FT, that's word to your marge Swear on my life, hand on heart [?] Tell a feeble yout stand firm He looks like any yat with a perm If you don't hear then you will feel If you don't listen then you will learn When your skin get burnt Zoom off, put that in the gear, then turn Won't see me nowhere near any germ Everyone stern [Chorus] There's no comparing If he was to holler at me, I would air him Wanna chat greaze but I can't do swearing If I wanna get on the legal playlist 24/7, bare FT blaring Gyal ah got a big butt but I am sharing Got my air vents but I ain't got an airing I'm the real G that the young Gs fearing Any riddim I'm tearing Try come back round here, I'll dare him That's not my boy, you won't see me near him If it ain't FT, I don't wanna know What, you think I'm caring? Beep a man's head off the power steering Telling bare stories but I ain't hearing I don't wanna know [Verse 3] On frontline if man move crafty I'll come through and start move ghastly He said he wan' dead me but he never blast me Saw me in the cut and he drove right past me Shook, I will move nasty Wipe out your block just like the tsunami Just cause I MC like Punjabi Don't think man ah ain't strapped like the army Don't think man ah ain't strapped like RD I'll be back with a 40 Run up on a pagan screaming "harm me" You can't harm me I've got big tings that I will rise in the crib That will lick out your headside or I'll cut arteries It ain't nuttin' for man to start bussing Then splash a stack and live by the palm trees
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