Meridian Dan: Fire in the Booth, Pt. 2

If you know me from long cuz, you know a man's bonkers

Manna been about warfare since conkers

Roll with the monsters, east end mobsters

Half of the guys all failed boxers

Man fly Quantas, ain't got sponsors

Get rid of anything man drops us

Remember the jobless, still a man's conscious

How many years has the whip been topless

They know about man in Saudi

I've been about every ends, every county

Push Bimmers, every Benz, every Audi

You don't wanna make me mad, just allow me

You're not a bad man, you're mouthy

You're dressed like a tramp, no Firouzi

Real wasteman just talking loudly

What you gonna do when your head gets a banging?

You got a little lost in the cycle

Devil makes work for the hands that are idle

Man wanna put negatives to my title

You don't know what I do for survival

I will spin man quick like a vinyl

I swear on the bible

You ain't never gonna make it to the final

You man have got problems that are spinal

See me, hear me, I'm that teacher

Deeper, yeah me, I'm that creeper

Headlock man quick fast, that's sleeper

Catch you late at night and beat ya

Following who? I'm a leader

.45 or that MAC or neena

Make man buss that MAC, arena

Real street sweeper, call in the cleaner

You're hype though I don't like that

You thief me, no, I can't try that

You don't wanna roll on the floor with me

Man will dig out your eye-back

Man respect the ting when I land

Any island, could all be Thailand

They know me, I'm a tribesman

If they try ting then they know it's on sight fam

All those years that I was so broke

So stressed out, never had no hope

Man went big, never dropped no soap

Couldn't see a priest nowhere, no pope

That was a dangerous slope

And I still tell a man take note

Better mind out or you might get smoked

Better mind out or you might get clapped

Alla your friends' friends get wrapped

Credit cards, dem get tapped

Get carjacked and your car gets scrapped

The devil's sitting on my back

But I'm just looking for the X on the map

I can't get by just living on scraps

I ain't going out like that

I had more than a box

And a box of cash stashed under my mattress

Who beat the shots when man was banging out bits in batches?

Who told you I was a saint?

I ain't nothing like George and Patrick

I don't do sarcastic

I'm a serious guy, man are lucky I'm Catholic

And I swear to God

Big strap make a man do gymnastics

I bury man, never no hatchets

Cah that's just part of my fabric

We ain't cut from the same cloth

I took the risk and it payed off

I've been doing me, no days off

I'm not tame when this chain of mine stays off

Didn't play knock down ginger

Man was busy chasing lizzy

Me and her's deep in love

Money, drugs, beef, I was up to my knees in stuff

Had to stop peppering season

I weren't really achieving much

They still wanna come for the crown

Them man are smoking trees and buds

He said, she said, he's on crud

I know them man are cheese, not thugs

When I see a push meet shove

I don't budge

I don't sink in the mud

Yo, I'm on a hunting ting with a husky

If I get caught with a rusty it's only God that can judge me, trust me

Run a man down in the night like my name was Suge

I wanna be paid in full my name's Ace Boog'

Ain't ever been a halfway crook

I grew up in a violent hood where manna been putting in work

But I don't mean reading books

No, I don't mean reading books

Music man

I don't even box no more but it's better that you hear these hooks

Why you wanna give man looks?

If you ever try dups best do it with your chest like Rookz

When you see double like foots

Yeah

Let's go, let's go

Always 8 in the building

Okay, okay

Charlie

Family

I'm no ready to die cah my name ain't Big

I buss corners on the road like my name was Stig

Trust, buss out the scandy flick

I got a bag of hits and I got a bag of tricks

I could take my pic like say I got a selfy stick

Music man

I don't even beat up man no more but trust me, the ting still slap

You don't ever see these packs

I make a man run laps

If you're counting stacks then rudeboy, you might haffi pay some tax

Man are some serious chaps

Yeah

You see me, I'm an icon, they're gonna still call my name when I'm gone

Never me you can style on, I do it all day, I can do it all night long

They tried to write me off, got a little list of achievements that I strike off

Not where I wanna be yet, still miles off

Ain't done that bad coming from my block

And I can't stop now, man are sitting in my spot

I go in and I gotta get my props

Coldest thing on the road like icepop

Oh my gosh

I tripped up couple times but still got a stride on

I can make a change out here so why not?

But I feel like they try to keep my sunshine

Eat what's left so I can't have lunchtime

Do me wrong even though that I done right

Yo, some of this stuff don't feel right in my mind

I glide in free flight, man wanna pull me down in my real life

I see them watching my stories, looking how leaders move

I try leave notes for ones on the up 'cause I'm a teacher too

I ain't never rush myself, I took the scenic route

I'm just tryna make dreams come true

Breaking the ceiling through

And I mash work nowadays with man that are eager to

And we go steaming through

What you got your feet into?

Yeah, I'd hate on that if I had a reason to

Look at all the Ps I blew

Do you know who you're speaking to?

Sit down bun my spiff like Bob Marley

Just like him but me, I flow darkly

Bring that heat, mhm, that's Wasabi

Bun out your mouth like "Wha da bloodclart"

I don't wanna be inside of your party

Yeah, I know karate

In your 'ead Hardy, think you're bad

Take out your army, me and my dargie

Man wanna talk 'bout bees in the trap but they ain't ever been in the trap

They wanna talk 'bout paper they stack but they ain't got paper to stack

Charlie, me and these man don't match

They don't act like they do in their Snap

You better know that the real one's back and that's no cap