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letra de j1 vs merky ace clash - lord of the mics

[round 1]

[verse: j1]
let me warm up with round one
might as well say that the whole round’s done
‘cah in this clash man know the outcome
j1 v merky ace sounds fun
no way that you’re gonna bun me
so look i pray you found some
you look p-ssed like you’re not down wrong
you look vexed but you’re not, how come?
do not lie man you’re not ’round guns
you look broke man you’re not ’round funds
might have a little bit of love in the ends but i guarantee that love is not down brum
guarantee that love is not in the mids
i think you should just stop all the fibs
’cause if i draw punchlines out here
merky ace will get boxed in the ribs
yeah merky ace will get boxed in the ribs
you ain’t seen no cream out here
that’s why i can see crust on your lips
that’s why i can see crust on your lips
after the clash get spongebob from your girlfriend then watch me bust on her tits
you should never put trust in your b-tch
you should never put trust in your b-tch
[verse: merky ace]
kid must’ve thought that i cared where he’s from
he’s a normal and he’s always gonna be wrong
i can’t do research ‘cah there’s nothing he’s on
i spit big bars when a big beat’s on
it’s a branch not a branch speak properly don
come to the rave, let’s go bar-for-bar
i bet you i’m not the one who’s p-ssed in the dance ‘cah the voice is gone
i can shout big bars all day long
i’m a real mc you’re a pokèmon
get, hit more time when the gloves is on
if you wanna rap then go be a rapper
don’t jump in a clash with a spinal snapper
carry on talking all that mess get, murked like the guy that loved that slapper
part-time mc, full-time trapper
even my enemies know i’m a clapper
friends wanna shank, done know i’m a stabber
tryna see that big belly like jammer
when i was in lewisham squeezing a hammer
you was with jme listening to ragga
all the big mc’s know who i am
all the big dj’s know you’re swagger
don’t let me switch just like bruce banner
put something through your girls legs like a panna
blue battlefield, grime forum banger
didn’t have one ‘cah jme’s a slacker
every sh-t bar you say don’t matter
‘cah you’re a small yute and i’m a bill [?]
dangerous mic mans deal with the matter
you been eating p–p eye j1
straight off the doo-doo platter
swing a right fist and watch his lip batter
l!ck shots in tinted fast cars
got, cuts in my face when the glass did shatter
in the ringer all pack up
third-world cut better call for your backup
your gyaldem say that i’m handsome
but please don’t call me a random
[verse: j1]
come in my land ‘cah your music i ain’t inta
so i’m gonna gin ya
lyrically spin ya
you don’t get thumbs up
you get the finger
you’re no striker, not even a winger
you ain’t got a mac you’re working with vista
infrared being, not it’s not [?]
put it on his head make him look like kinder
like shoulda washed ya
i think i seen ya
time for a set n0body warn bring ya
minus your bars, add some shockwaves
swear you look like some jls singer
w-w-wow, put you in a beanbag
eye of the tiger, i feel like sinbad
there there merky, it’s alright
come here son, yeah i’m his dad
you’re like a cd, i’m gonna rip ya
then i’m gonna burn ya, and it’s gonna sting ya
i am hungry, you are the zinger
low blow punchlines are gonna hit ya
gonna get heated, although it’s winter
dude on the ends, who are you on the ends?
man get food and give you the picture
don’t press it on me tell you to sniff that
[verse: merky ace]
yeah, alright, alright, alright
quick off the mark ting, big up the crow in the building
listen, and i tell them
and i tell a boy straight
all in farming for dead
i wear blue and chronik wears red
strangle j with his own dreads
rinse don’t rate you ’cause you’re all dead
kiss don’t rate you ’cause you’re all dead
dead, shoulda sent radio instead
how could you take stayfresh serious
have you seen macca’s head?
it looks like a mess, he just sent shegged
when jammer told me jme sent j1
couldn’t believe what he said
i was like “wait a sec”
i took out my battery had to recheck
knew for a fact they were gonna get wrecked
man say i grew and i got a big head
i’m not gonna lie, i find that funny
’cause that’s what a lot of girlfriend’s said
s-x don’t rate you no more that’s why your beats don’t say “stayfresh”
as soon as the yout got big he took the right turn and you all got left
i’m on logan’s show like once every week so i know that you know i’m a vet
before the clash even started i seen this monkey breaking a sweat
i done so much work you done your research
so i know that you know i’m a threat
you’re bliker than blik you’re a blik boy
at night time i know you get stressed
turn off the lights in the bas-m-nt
watch how the atmosphere gets tense
we can only see eyes and t–th j1 please tell me where is the rest
then the light comes on then suddenly it all makes sense
you wanna get money for a ten-pound random
j not even one pence
there’s ‘nough man going on bad in the midlands
j you’re not one of them
you probably feed cattles and sheep on the motorway
you’re just a likkle dead friend
i, put in work in the heart of the ends
i’ve, caught a pagan and i’ve stabbed one of them
stayfresh think i won’t disrespect them?
cool, i’ll stand back and vent
the flow baking out the manager then
faze miyake is better than s-x so lord of the beats you can do it again

[verse: j1]
yo, i’m on it, so who want it?
make family tree run faster than sonic
gone in 21 seconds like so solid
put down the mic, go back to college
duppy this guy, leave him in a forrest
you ain’t a amateur, you are a novice
think that you’re sick ’cause you’re in a little whip?
boom, smash man’s head off the bonnet
boom, smash man’s head off the bonnet
leave more than a mark in your big

(wheel up)

look, i’m on it, so who want it?
make family tree run faster than sonic
gone in 21 seconds like so solid
put down the mic, go back to college
duppy this guy, leave him in a forrest
you ain’t a amateur, you are a novice
think that you’re sick ’cause you’re in a little whip?
boom, smash man’s head off the bonnet
boom, smash man’s head off the bonnet
leave more than a mark in your big forehead
if merky thinks he’s got clips then i’m telling man he must be smoking chronic
the mark in your forehead will look very horrid
i come london and take care of some wallets
before you draw your ting out here
head gone, yeah that’s merky ace bodied
wait, yeah that’s merky ace finished
i bet you a tenner five teenagers in your ends don’t know any merky ace lyrics
grime mind never heard merky ace k!ll it
i came to your local shop bought a pack of cards and there weren’t no merky ace in it
you never seen this coming, but after my calm session
i think that merky ace seen it
i’ve heard, so much gun man talk but your nike pouch ain’t got a .38 in it
there’s a few reasons why you don’t like stayfresh, one’s ’cause you’re a dirty waste innit
who really thinks this ace is merky?
to tell you the truth i prefer the spades innit
and people said i never inhaled a zoot, so f-ck it, burn your face with it

[verse: merky ace]
ight then i heard what he said, i heard what he said
let’s go though
merky, aye family tree yeah
listen to what i gotta say, hear what’s going off though
ight then
and i tell them
where’s my squealer? you should know that man a real k!ller
ergh, done know the sound is iller
ergh, stayfresh in some of stillas
i mean stealers, you man heard me
i just jam and then you went home before you could t–th it
it’s not even my ad-lib it’s m.i.k’s but my don said “you can keep it, we don’t need it, every tune that it’s on we’ll delete it”
“we got a bag of big flows with greaze in”
i done said that i trap all day
i don’t watch eastenders in the evening
i put my phone on my face before i go bed so when i’m sleeping, i don’t miss no shots
i’m, on my job i’m a sick mc in a sick crew and i don’t have problems getting p’s in
so what can you say about me, there ain’t too much you can say about me
i won this clash before i emceed
one more time let me say that again
i won this clash before i emceed ‘cah, you’re stayfresh and i’m family tree
there ain’t one boy in your team that’s better, than anyone in my team
lord of the mics i’ma shatter mans dreams
if it’s lord of the fights i’ll pick up a baseball bat
boom, shatter man’s spleen
lord of the guns, you can’t partic-p-te
but if you could, head off clean i, feel like charlie sheen i’m winning

[round 2]

[verse: merky ace]
what, ’cause you got a cameraman, in stayfresh, you think that’s gonna save you?
multi camera angles won’t save you
bury a man in the back won’t save you
can’t even bun a scud we don’t rate you
you should be grateful, that n0body from london’s a fool
didn’t wanna clash me shoulda sent you
i’m a, headtop turner know that it’s true
i spit with big mc’s on big tunes
not once in their life have the mentioned you
i talk bare gun chat but it’s all true
think i’m lying then come to blue, battlefield where people lose headbacks
you can get yours left on your friends lap
that’s the meaning of brains on ends blud
i’m a reload king ask [?]
you can’t violate me and my sceptre
think that you can go on then like scorcher
i bet you thought i was gonna say skepta
i’ve got a fake mc detector
dungeon shutdown as i enter
the way you’re portraying yourself you remind me of nicklas bendtner
sh-t, everything you’re saying is sh-t
look at his locks, they’re sh-t
look at your crew, they’re sh-t
look at your cd, sh-t, that’s why none of us have heard it
everybody here knows the verdict that you’re going back to birmingham p-ssed
oops, sorry, nottingham p-ssed
i don’t even know where them man live
some little town on the country strip
they need to spend a day where i live
get, busted sent home with a bust lip
and you’re lucky, you’ll get turned to a midlands duppy
man a big darg you’re a midlands p-ssy
bet you thought i was gonna say puppy
that’s what i mean you’re a dance beat sunny
so enough of the music and go get money

[verse: j1]
aha, okay, round two innit
stayfresh, family tree, j1, merky ace
in the building innit
yo, look
oi listen up south guy
you don’t bust gun ‘cah you’re from south-side
i don’t really wanna hear this clown hype
if you lose you’re gonna slump me outside?
wait, wait, wait, that is not right
talk greaze once you’ll get boxed twice
my session was calm it was not hype
real talk you’re f-cking with the wrong guy
but anyway that’s enough of the hype ting
so i’ma get back to the mic ting
youtube you was getting dislikes in
i guess clashing me weren’t the right thing
bum-bum-city eating p–p eye?
honestly you ain’t got a clue i’m
from w-v for the fifth time
you’re the top three softest in grime
so before you talk hard in rhymes
do a set and no bl–dy chest incline
jacking prez t’s flow is a big crime
stop lying you do not lift nine’s
let’s be real you can’t afford ’em
your mandem were gassing i ignored ’em
if they wanna get involved then call them
family tree leaves will drop like autumn
don’t lie you don’t have black gloves on
you’re a toilet so you’ll get dumped on
don’t lie to yourself you love brum
west midlands that’s where i come from
in the stayfresh team i’m the young one
in family tree you’re the dumb blonde
i’ll phone up a groupie, tell her to bust on your face
and your face will get bust on, ergh, ergh, ergh

[verse: merky ace]
i hold s-x’s harddrive ransom
prs, soon buy me a mansion
you remind me of marilyn manson
you remind me of elton john
j1 reminds me of boy george
i know what everyone here is thinking
“ace why you sending for the manager for?”
i’ll say it again but i’ve said it before

(wheel up)

i hold s-x’s harddrive ransom
prs, soon buy me a mansion
you remind me of marilyn manson
you remind me of elton john
j1 reminds me of boy george
i know what everyone here is thinking
“ace why you sending for the manager for?”
i’ll say it again but i’ve said it before
ft, die for my ft
i’ve got it tattooed on my arm
you think it’s a joke turn you to a branch get clapped with a stick
raider’s alright but macca is, sh-t
there ain’t one boy in your team that’s better
than anyone in my team so
call back fam and done with the l!ck

[verse: j1]
i’m like dun-dun-dun, dun-dun
his one never heard his one
weren’t in a mixtape never heard his one
up to this day yo i never heard his one
his one must’ve been a sh-t one
version was dead but the beat still lives on
weren’t in a mixtape never heard his one
listen, uh, uh
if he keeps hyping i’m gonna slap this boy
round of applause i might clap this boy
you ain’t ready you better practise boy
for dinner, i might just have this boy
you’re a waste, you ain’t match-fit boy
win three in a row that’s a hat-trick boy
lyrically put you in a casket boy
i see you on twitter and @ this boy
this boy, i’m gonna have to blast this boy
won’t be no gun crime, just punchlines
draw them and smash this boy
peak if it swings do catch this boy
send myself, to l!ck that boy
but, do it at the right time
wait, that boy’s got beef with fat boys
so when the bad boys l!ck that boy
then don’t think it’s the black boy
shots fired like gascoigne
you ain’t ready for a clash boy
when you leave the dungeon i bet you’re gonna draw jsa from the nearest cashpoint
go get slapped boy, where you at boy?
where’s the glock at, where’s the mac boy?
you ain’t even got what i’ve had boy
merky ace i’m talking ’bout that boy

[verse: merky ace]
i pull a next one out of the bag
i bet you any money that it’s gonna be dirt
i’ve got a strap that’s in a gym bag
i greased it down and hid it in the dirt
i’ve never had s-x with mud in a bag
but merky ace does dirt
i be in lewisham putting in work
while you’re sticking your face up skirts
one more time, hold tight faze
i couldn’t forget, hold tight splurt
kick so hard in the beat that it hurt
i been doing grime non-stop not pop, so i can’t flop
every time i drop bars they get stopped
i’m on top of my game you’re not
and the flow is berserk i’ve been bad from birth
i’ve got my style on lock
dibby mc’s wanna try clash me but they know that i’ll be the victor
i bet all my ex-girls finger theirselves when they are looking at my picture
that’s about as close as they’re gonna get to eating merky’s twizler
you get one chance with me, and if you flop i’ll give it to your friend
or your older sister told ’em already and i’ll tell them again
that you won’t see me wifing a ripper
i make fire just like a clipper
in the booth i’m getting it in star
on the tunes you’re just a convincer
my tunes are like some serious stab wounds
you’re some dibby-dibby splinter

[verse: j1]
see what i’m on
in a dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
in a dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
merky ace career, gone
dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
in a dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
merky ace career, look

(wheel up)

look, yo
in a dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
in a dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
in a dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
merky ace career, gone
dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
in a dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
dungeon man are gonna see what i’m on
merky ace career, look
i’ma spray so much fire in your face
i pray to the lord that you have a shield
i heard doin’ it again, bag of grease but never heard blue battlefield
that’s like, one in a hundred cd’s that the whole stayfresh crew has revealed
you’re gonna decide after i run riot
so, pick up a gun go loot happy meals
stayfresh baby your team can’t test ’em
after your team heard my calm sessions
they went back to the ends thinking “in the end lads i think we learnt our lesson”
gassing on twitter but f-ck it i let ’em
ace never went hard in his hype sessions
i was just warmsing fam on a fleece ting
in the dungeon i’ma draw my weapon
after i’m done with you i guarantee any record label won’t take you
anytime fans mention top three i swear on your life they don’t say you
yeah, fair enough, you wrote your bars
but, i’m pretty sure that the flow ain’t you
the youtuber said you’re og niki
so i guess i’m gonna nolay you

[round 3/final round]

[verse: j1]
i’m like take your bars
make your bars my bars they don’t talk ’bout ace no more
before the clash you was moving c-cky
your body language says you ain’t no more
jme said your cd is dead so chat to beg you don’t make no more
26,000 tweets, twenty-two hundred followers, yep, say no more
you chat-chat-chat too much
for the wrong instrumental you ask too much
then you got the cheek to be clashing us
you’re broke, somebody cast him off
let’s go get the cannon and blast him off
line up the forehead and slap him off
you’re acting up, send him back to the ends like yo stayfresh come back me up
yo, and i can tell you’re a softie
new flows hard like dumpling food
after that bar, i swear you lost me
gun man talk and you still ain’t shot me
you said “don’t say ergh”, i said “ergh, ergh”, you ain’t gonna stop me
blue battlefield was a dead cd
i know you was catting for a 16 off me

[verse: merky ace]
yeah, yeah
i’m a lord of the mic and everybody, knows
lotm iii, family tree in the building
it’s light work, and we tell them
yo
i’m like ace, yeah i do dirt like moe’s
i’m a lord of the mic and everybody knows
head off the road, smash man’s head off the bar
i said, yeah i do dirt like moe’s
i’m a lord of the mic and everybody knows
coong, smash man’s head off the pole
curb, smash man’s off the pole
oi listen up young guy
i been doing this ting from young
i, put in work on the road and slump guys
stand firm in a war i’ll bust mic
been doing this ting from this high
said that you’re stayfresh but you’re too high
you was eating coo on a coo hype
she just squirt in your face with a coo eye

[verse: j1]
that’s just the quick ting
all i’m saying is i’m not the victim
now i know i got you all listening
everyone calm down i only dissed him
you see the calm session, it was like a bullet, and that bullet missed him
but now, my trigger finger’s itching
so in the dungeon, know i’ma pick him
can’t handle the heat? get out the kitchen
man need to grow some b-lls and stop b-tching
you’re just a mc that got a bring-in
you talk guns ’cause it could never be a fist ting
when, dread mentioned your name to me
i swear down bells were ringing
so i’ma eat this ace, then leave this place
and it’s gonna be ace i’m drinking
blue battlefield was, never the in ting
we said my team, what were you thinking
chatting is all i hear, and your career
is titanic, sinking
punchlines will leave you limping
has anybody suggested try singing?
you look like the type to get your heart broken over a girl you’re linking
that ain’t pimping

[verse: merky ace]
i knew i, was, too gone for this new guy
i’m from london city where we shoot nines
you’re from bum-bum city and p–p eye
i switched up my flow ’cause you knew mine
you wanna t–th our style my yout?
don’t say ergh ’cause that’s not you
ain’t no way that i’m gonna lose
if i do then outside i’m slumping you
yeah, my new flows hard like dumpling food
family tree you love that crew
how you gonna be in a producers crew?
i said how you gonna be in a producers crew?
one more time let me say that again
how you gonna be in a producers crew, if man only got big off of you
like dun-dun-dun, dun-dun
if it weren’t for that tune then n0body would’ve ever heard of you
blue battlefield was a great cd
i know you was catting for a 32
i’ll take out 25 man in a war
even that alien dude take lord of the mics for one big move
come down the stairs, box man’s hat off
anybody stares mic, ergh
tables chairs, head get smashed off
make 25 man walk to the room
gun shot, 25 man get dash off
man would’ve thought that he was playing black ops
’til he got smacked up but couldn’t get back up
you jump on set and can’t get no
you jump on set and can’t get no wheel
i don’t even know how that feels
think that you’re bad ’cause you got a likkle whip?
beam, smash man’s head off the wheel
i said beam, smash man’s head off the wheel
i done so much work last year
i’ll take any mc for road-k!ll
when i roll by five man deep ft

[verse: j1]
let me cause a disaster
don’t talk hard ’cause you had a little drams with maxsta
the other day, i thought to myself, it woulda been peak if that n-gga clashed ya
please don’t banter, stop shouting
why all the anger, they got the question
i got the answer
who’s better j1 or merky?
don’t put me in the same category as this w-nker
wait, what’s all this?
nah on a real fam what’s all this?
saying that we are s-x’s crew
you can’t get a beat so i guess you’re p-ssed
no man was feeling your diss
watched it and i said “what you call this?”
all i smell is a bunch of bullsh-t
and that smell’s coming from your lips
ergh, that’s your breath
clashing me, you’re on crack or meth
you wanted a stayfresh member against you?
okay cool, that’s your death
i heard the other day you went clinic
sorry to hear you never passed your test
here’s the deal, if i win, i give you a knife, and you’ve gotta stab your chest
hang on i got more for him
after it’s over i might talk to him
then again i might make him cry
he’s the type to say “my eyesdem are just watering”
i’m f-ckry, i won’t pass the ball to him
nando’s when they’re like “what you ordering?”
thinking in his head i’m broke
now he’s eating food that a next man bought for him

- lord of the mics

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