Know What It Is - Merky Ace, Splurt Diablo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, know what it is

FT, man know what it is

Get thumped in the mouth, you’ll be holding a lip

And if that’s not enough, get the whole of the clip

Fuck holding your ribs

Shell a pagan’s headback, leave him ghosting

Make him shake, that’s the wickedest shit

Make him froth at the mouth and shit

Out and about

Can’t educate Merky about dirt

Twelve till six I be putting in work

Trap all night doing shifts with Splurt

Six till twelve, that’s trap all day

Bally on my face, that’s bedtime, mate

But know what it is when you see my face

Curl up, scar up, long time pain

They’ll never breathe if you test my aim

Have a man living in a photo frame

Was a good yout, it’s a real big shame

Can’t control these thoughts in my brain

Drive round town from day to the night

That’s how I maintain my way

Ride on pricks from night to the day

Ain’t tryna get locked by the jakes

Lay low, doors locked off ends in a tinted vehicle

Parked up in a rich white estate

I ain’t really tryna go and support the seat back

Man, I just get brain

Bunning on the amnesia and I’m telling you now

That batch was great

Playing games on the iPhone

While I’m listening to Juicy J

Know what it is

FT, man know what it is

Merky ACE, know what it is

When I say it on the intro, you know what it is

Know what it is

FT, man know what it is

Merky ACE, know what it is

When I say it on the intro, you know what it is

I’m a next kettle of fish

I’m not the guy that you wanna fuck with

Fuck a war dub, meet me on the strip

Show me the skengman bars that you spit

You ain’t got one, you just fib

And you can’t even get one, your family’s a myth

I’m so FT, I was born inna dis

It’s in my genes to be

Know a few white men, we do business

Grime scene knows me cause I do big hits

In the ends where the crackhead piercing their lips

And the smackhead don’t feed their kids

Come to the bits, yeah, yeah, yeah

And get set up by the lookout kid

Real life, this ain’t a movie script

Pay-as-you-go, then dash that chip

I’m a next type of guy

I’m that guy that you want on your side

When the beef kicks off, when the slugs all fly

Man know what it is when I let that sky

Fuck an eyepatch, if I hit you in the eye

Know what it is, you will turn duppy

I bet you thought I was gonna say die

Think it’s a bar till your head gets fried

Feel deep when I haffi mek marjays cry

I’d rather break bread than dissect pie

Keep a low profile, I always try

But the four fizz loud, swear down, no lie

Dem man are from ends but they’re not like I

Dem man dere are batty boys on the sly

The FT CD’s a serious hype

Your CD was shite, man already know

Know what it is

FT, man know what it is

Merky ACE, know what it is

When I say it on the intro, you know what it is

Know what it is

FT, man know what it is

Merky ACE, know what it is

When I say it on the intro, you know what it is