Sent Down - Mik, Merky Ace

Yo, think you can shoot me?

Better know that my gun’s bisexual

So it will lick down you and your Julie

Shoot you in your neck, turn your diamonds ruby

Bullets’ll glide down your throat like doolies

Real life, it’s not a movie

I do this for the Queen’s head

But certain man do it for the princess’s booty

I par with the meanest dogs

No, I don’t mean Muttley and Scooby

You walk wherever, snatch off your jewellery

Or sling a slug in your right hand

If you try violate the ends

I’ll have your belly looking like a fountain or smoothie

When I roll up and I’m sounding a loosie

Grip’s always tight, never hold it loosely

I keep on vibesing to the tree and rap

If you ain’t in Tree then you’re probably crap

Been here from early, so I’m not back

Got a big tool and I’ll make it slap like uh

Won’t ever see badman with perm

On my block, not cistern

Let one off, watch him turn

Exorcist when his mid all burn

Uh, run a man down, see box dem swerve

Got a BB shank, it’s bold with a curve

Real mic man but I’m out for the Ps

I fly through with the birds and bees

With the big hand ting, I’ll be slapping off cheeks

Tuck man in like the shirt on neeks

I roll with badmans that shot to the geeks

Might see me on the road with five draws

In Henley jeans with the back all ripped

Like I won’t ever slip, bruv

Got two tings stashed on the block, see me with J

Better know you will get much more than your wrist cut

I’ve got the flick tucked, hear the youts talking

When I was on the back of the olders'

You was getting nappies all shitty and pissed up

Look

You couldn’t walk so you was getting picked up

Don’t run it up before your soul gets picked up

You’re a good boy so you won’t get sent down

And I’m a badboy so I won’t get picked up

Not with all the weapons I’ve picked up

And all the food I’ve picked up

Judge or devil, one day I’ll get sent down

Yo, uh

Too many man wanna war with the M

Nuttin' but hard body bars I send

Leave man’s face on the news at ten

Man try call out my name like say I was

One of dem washed up youts from then

Pass me the A4 paper quick

Duppy bars, I murder the pen

Look

Man should know that I do this easy

Leave man slumped all over the PC

Half of your headtop next to the TV

Why does man wanna look at my face

Like say I don’t know bare man that are greazy

Where is he now?

Bible-reading

Uh

Keep on hearing my man talk

My man keeps on talking like say

My man thinks I’d like to talk

Got the crep, done the walk

Leaving man outlined in chalk

CSI

New York

Uh

Keep on thinking what he thought

Once I see this yout on road

I’m trying out this ting I bought

Will not see my face in court

Judge don’t know my face or sort

Port

I heard that man wanna get me duppied, what?

Feel the impact of the pumpy, boom

Take man down like rugby

45 in the trouser that’s comfy

Clap, headtop left all lumpy

Caught man with his wifey in a buggy

Shell to the left, right, back and fronty

Nine, face, bredrin jumpy

Wow, covered, blood, ugly

Pow, brains, guts, lovely

That’s what you get when you’re way too hungry

Out here, man ah get dropped like Humpty

Dumpty, holy poly, roly moly

Take my food?

I’ll take your soully

Mum, dad, aunt, son

Hospital bed, feeling uh