No Comparing - Merky Ace, Splurt Diablo

There’s no comparing

If he was to holler at me, I would air him

Wanna chat greaze but I can’t do swearing

If I wanna get on the legal playlist

24/7, bare FT blaring

Gyal ah got a big butt but I am sharing

Got my air vents but I ain’t got an airing

I’m the real G that the young Gs fearing

Any riddim I’m tearing

Try come back round here, I’ll dare him

That’s not my boy, you won’t see me near him

If it ain’t FT, I don’t wanna know

What, you think I’m caring?

Beep a man’s head off the power steering

Telling bare stories but I ain’t hearing

I don’t wanna know

Heard I was wanted dead or alive

But I didn’t run just like track five

Still trapping all day just like track nine

I don’t need metaphors, this is real life

Spit similes on a constant hype

Man are like «Merky ACE is the guy»

Stating the obvious, I don’t try

Ask T or Koz, fam, I don’t lie

I know a confused dyke

Telling me how she wants that pipe

Booked a one cab on the Addison Lee app

Then I went there and gave her pipe

My mum would go jail

If the feds knew I used her knife

She told me «make more music, please»

So I did, now I’m alright

There’s no comparing

If he was to holler at me, I would air him

Wanna chat greaze but I can’t do swearing

If I wanna get on the legal playlist

24/7, bare FT blaring

Gyal ah got a big butt but I am sharing

Got my air vents but I ain’t got an airing

I’m the real G that the young Gs fearing

Any riddim I’m tearing

Try come back round here, I’ll dare him

That’s not my boy, you won’t see me near him

If it ain’t FT, I don’t wanna know

What, you think I’m caring?

Beep a man’s head off the power steering

Telling bare stories but I ain’t hearing

I don’t wanna know

Ease off, you’re just tryna be hard

I’ve got a .38 in a wasteman’s yard

Bare MCs wanna talk about mash

But they ain’t bangers, never embark

It’s a horror show when Merky starts

I’m so FT, that’s word to your marge

Swear on my life, hand on heart

Tell a feeble yout stand firm

He looks like any yat with a perm

If you don’t hear then you will feel

If you don’t listen then you will learn

When your skin get burnt

Zoom off, put that in the gear, then turn

Won’t see me nowhere near any germ

Everyone stern

There’s no comparing

If he was to holler at me, I would air him

Wanna chat greaze but I can’t do swearing

If I wanna get on the legal playlist

24/7, bare FT blaring

Gyal ah got a big butt but I am sharing

Got my air vents but I ain’t got an airing

I’m the real G that the young Gs fearing

Any riddim I’m tearing

Try come back round here, I’ll dare him

That’s not my boy, you won’t see me near him

If it ain’t FT, I don’t wanna know

What, you think I’m caring?

Beep a man’s head off the power steering

Telling bare stories but I ain’t hearing

I don’t wanna know

On frontline if man move crafty

I’ll come through and start move ghastly

He said he wan' dead me but he never blast me

Saw me in the cut and he drove right past me

Shook, I will move nasty

Wipe out your block just like the tsunami

Just cause I MC like Punjabi

Don’t think man ah ain’t strapped like the army

Don’t think man ah ain’t strapped like RD

I’ll be back with a 40

Run up on a pagan screaming «harm me»

You can’t harm me

I’ve got big tings that I will rise in the crib

That will lick out your headside or I’ll cut arteries

It ain’t nuttin' for man to start bussing

Then splash a stack and live by the palm trees