The Link Up, Part 1

Lyrics

[Intro: Merky ACE] Merky ACE, Young Poze Link up ting, yeah? Oi, warm them up [Verse 1: Young Poze] I've got swag, I ain't talking a tracksuit Got a couple hoes and they're acting up mad loose Sitting in the trap while I'm sipping my 'gnac juice Got a couple fags so I'm calling this smack food You better watch your mout, 'cause I'm letting the MAC loose Merky ACE fucked, so I call him a mad yout His girl's into hoes so they call me a bad yout M-O-B, bitch, yeah I hit 'em like straps do I'm feeling kind of wavy so, prick, I'ma bag you Smack you, break your fucking legs and your back too Cap who? Bitch, you must be smoking the crack food Young Poze, take your fucking bitch and your stack too The dank's coming in brand new Fresh from Ritchie like I'm cutting a line through Fucking with P? That's a bad move Late night screen, I'ma put him on Sky News Let the strap say a lot, let it spray a speech Pussy, you'll be flying in the air to the other street You'll be missing couple bones and arteries Now your blood's pissing and you're finding it hard to breathe Turned the fucking place to an ugly scene Left your niggas red like I sprayed him with the sub-machine Fuck the Ds, I work the fucking gauge like a masterpiece Cut the keys, I'll be in the trap, bagging half a tree Fuck with me, make him hip hop like it's R&B Bark and squeeze, shell up in your mout like a fucking sweet Asking me, got the pure coke that'll charge a fee After me, got the right smoke, leave him half asleep Half of B, got a fresh load coming after three Passing heat, I'ma run down fucking half the street Asking me, I'm a right G when it comes to street After me, I'ma leave him slumped when I charge the heat Fuck it, this is my time, phone line Time to make your bitches and your dome mine, pitching in the '05 So high, watch the pussy burst and he's so fly Road life, I'll be in the street like a road sign Pure white, so nice, flooded in the roadside Niggas want a reason, you can talk to my .45 .45, bullets look for niggas like a tour guide Pure stripes, you'll be opened up like door slides [Break: Merky ACE] Yeah, Poze, you dun know what time it is now, innit? [Verse 2: Merky ACE] Drive in the backseat, stroking a fat heat Get hit with corn and I don't mean lamb feet You'll see T, me, M, Shif and E Two man burning up the danky, gangrene Five man eating with trays, no canteen Get your whole headtop [?], that's a baked bean Think I ain't mean, and I'm a fake G? Till you hold a cream member, that's a fake squeeze Now you've got a lot of thought to share Brains spilling out like Brixton, blood's everywhere Madness, take it out on any breh Full magazine and I don't mean Marie Claire That's a full clip, not one from a jezzy's hair Better think twice before you stand and stare 'Cause it can get mad in here, you'll get sent straight down to Satan's lair When the barrel spins like a carousel in a funfair Ergh, this ain't a funfair (nope) War ain't fun, and it ain't fair Get sweeped out your Nike Airs by eight spares Far from generous, but shells? ACE will share 'Cause I'm a kind man Come for my food and I'll make you diced lamb I'm a chopper like a pushbike, chopper on a pushbike Ride up and turn your pigs into sliced ham Scold you in your back, that's smoked ham Yeah, we've got big straps, but I'll still poke man Ain't nuttin' like a kid wanting detention Big shank hurt your lungs much more than Benson You think I give a fuck about your little bredrin? Like say [?] will not end him Bend him with the stick Make him do a triple flip and bawl out for attention He's saying "help, help" Hoping that the feds drive by and hear and put us in a jail cell Got niggas on the ends, say Merky ain't well Mad in his head, it goes deep like a water well Even sort your girl, we don't call it Bulletproof vest round here is a tortoise shell You can have one, but you still will get clapped, son Straight in your O2, bloody hell That's your dome, brah, no getting sown up When the chrome sparks You will get lost in the wind like an old fart I've got no heart, so I'll shot dark Ain't gonna lie, though, fam, I'm on a cro ting So if you wanna draw, come cold bath Had a setback, only got a half But I've got a move in my head that'll rain in the Zs I will tear off a leg, and if needed, I'll stop a heart (Dead him)