Spartan Remix - Kozzie, Marger, Merky Ace

Yo, the problem’s started

I’m back with a bag of new friends

Six man on a tune, new wave on the area

I’m far gone, can’t you see from my lens?

I’m that guy on tunes, I’m that guy on sets

Boom, that goes straight through your room

Can’t keep lying like that on a tune

Equals a reload?

Yeah, in the booth

It’s Marger

But I don’t care about size

So many fakes, I can see it in their eyes

Why I don’t care about none of these guys

Too many skippy MCs that wanna be badboys

Ain’t had a gun in their lives

Boom, you should hold one in your left

So these man know what they’re doing ain’t right

Nah, can’t keep lying like that

Yeah, I’m back with the remix

Rerun the dance, mek a man feel seasick

Can’t keep lying like, can’t keep lying like

Nah, can’t keep lying like that

Yeah, I’m back with the remix

Rerun the dance, mek a man feel seasick

Can’t keep lying like, can’t keep lying like

Who’s ACE?

I par with the veterans

What’s your profession?

You know mine

I do dirt on your section, wipe out your henchmen

Could say that the problem’s started

When I run through the front door with the Wesson

Steeze on four and teach man a lesson

Problem done when FT touch down

Uh, always make an impression

Shotty

Lift man up from the room to his garden

Respect my authority like Cartman, yeah, I’m barring

Dun know, Rival the spartan

Headshot season, I be the marksman

I be the guy with the bars that’ll blast 'em

Straight war ting, remix his head gone

Duppy, that’s the profession

Nah, can’t keep lying like that

Yeah, I’m back with the remix

Rerun the dance, mek a man feel seasick

Can’t keep lying like, can’t keep lying like

Nah, can’t keep lying like that

Yeah, I’m back with the remix

Rerun the dance, mek a man feel seasick

Can’t keep lying like, can’t keep lying like

Alright, then, back for the next one

Dem boy dere wanna jump in the middle and skank

I’ll jump in the middle, shank one

So much yak in my system, trust me

I’m so FT to the grave

I don’t do good for the straps, it’s standard, trust me

Don’t wanna violate me or my mandem

I’ll come back firing straps when I catch them

I’ll be like Diz, man, everybody scatter

Gunshot buss how we deal with the matter

Can’t take me for a prick

Can’t take me for a joke, I will send for the dagger

Two shanks up in your face like Jabba

Taking the piss like I’ve got a weak bladder

Don’t come around here talking swagger

Shout to the real thugs dem from the manor

Nah, can’t keep lying like that

Yeah, I’m back with the remix

Rerun the dance, mek a man feel seasick

Can’t keep lying like, can’t keep lying like

Nah, can’t keep lying like that

Yeah, I’m back with the remix

Rerun the dance, mek a man feel seasick

Can’t keep lying like, can’t keep lying like

Trust me

Are you mad?

New wave of the grime scene, you see

That’s how you do an eight bar riddim

What is your profession?

Spartans