Lucifer’s Walk

[Verse 1: Merky ACE]
Everybody's screaming free Titch
But I ain't hearing free RA
Fuck that, man, I'm screaming free RA
Now I said that, bet you any money they are
And you was all saying Tree's shit
But you was screaming normal onstage
Said Gaza, you was screaming rage
But that's my old bars that get wheels all day
And you can try send for my set
I will call couple vets, I'll be there in a sec
I'll be waving a TEC, you can try hold your girl
I'll be aiming at breast, cave in her chest
Explaining the rest might take all my breath
Got a call from a couple of niggas that want a couple of figures
To leave bare bloodstains in your bed
Not a period ting, Ego done said
Mi nuh bun a big scud, just a likkle diet
Nuh bun a big scud, just a likkle diet
If I see feds and I'm on my way home
Fence nearby, trust me, I'll fly it
Nuh wan' a big bird, 623
Nuh wan' a big bird, 623
I'll duppy man and leave no evidence
You only nick me for the food and Ps

[Verse 2: Kozzie]
I'm still the man of the moment
I'm hot but I won't get lost in the moment
Rock so many flows and I'm glad to show them
Gas mark 9 when I'm in the dance evolving
It's me, it's Koz, yeah, I'm boasting
I know you'd love to be where I am right now
"Spartan"'s a banger, look at me right now
In the Premier with the ballers right now
Right now?
Whack me in the dance, next fight you'll find out
Black gloves on with a mask, I'll ride out
I'll go blind with a MAC then wile out
Bang bang bang, everybody best lie down
I'm the guy now, make you wile out
I'm the guy now, I've got my nine out
Hope you old school MCs don't die out
I'm still the best my age
Compartment in my boxers for my blade
Animal, should've been caged
On the mic fucking up stage
You're gonna have to book me one day
Not! Shoot up the rave
Kill everyone in there
Black gloves on, me and black troop in there
Murder, murder, dead if you're in there
Two guns up, now I'm screaming "touch me"
None of them can, none of them will
I'll get a man pitched up for a bill
Are you gonna bang? Get banged in your grill
I'm a madman, let 'em know just how I feel
I wrote this bar and it weren't for a wheel
Any one of them wanna hype in the dance
I've got a loaded sixteen, goes for the kill

[Verse 3: Shifman]
Yo
Man must wanna get bodied
Got the .38, not mine, it's Koz's
You can get slumped for your dough and others
This ain't a game like noughts and crosses
More like a game of headtop losses
Man wanna come here hyping to me?
No long ting, get found in a forest
Ergh
Not for a steal or gate
Roll with a team of barkers, it's bait
You can get hit with the nine or eight
Don't think you can't get hit with the ten
I've been doing this ting since way back when
Ever since TK was 'bout nine or ten
Dem times dere, I was going on leng
What, did you think that I don't do street?
What, did you think that I weren't really on this?
What, did you think that Shif was a neek?
You're a wasteman, blud, what was you thinking?
One shot, I'll leave your whole boat sinking
What, did you think that I won't let it sink?
Come against me, you must have been drinking
MDMA all up in your drink
Ergh
Violate me? Blud, what did you think?
Like I won't come back with a ting and ring
One shot will make your whole body spin
Big 45, it's so not a ting
Anyway, let me get back to the bar
I heard your mixtape, you're overly bin
If you wanna clash, I'll overly win