Return Of The Mac

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RIP Mo
 Latz
 Biskit
 Free Smarko
 Double S
 The return of the Mac (Mac, Mac)
 Spartan's marksman, Kennington sergeant
 Tryna menace ya 'til I'm back
 My friends in the pen
 Told them 'til the end, just after the laugh and the bants (bants)
 Chocolate darlin', just passin'
 Wanna know if I'm actually back
 11 boy, veteran, be gang (uh)
 We're a militant camp (uh)
 We're the 21st century Spartans
 Of South London, the majority are black
 Can't wait to return to my camp
 Bring about this back, turn the South to Iraq (to Iraq)
 Pull up on a don like this
 Every individual clap (clap)
 It's been hard as a typical black (black)
 It's M-I-double Z-Y or M-A-C, or Samurai Jack (uh)
 Life's really been about 3's, and RIP's, it's turnin' me mad (uh)
 When I think about Bis, I scream
 I try go sleep and then I see Latz (Latz)
 It's the return of the team
 That combat with two shanks and attacks (attacks)
 Double S, double S
 That's Spartans Supreme (ayy)
 Everyone screamin' out 'diligent'
 Do you even know what 'diligent' means? (Ayy)
 These years been far from brilliant
 All of them tears put a villain in me (me)
 Now all my friends that were Kennington
 Now a lot of them ain't really with me
 New paragraph (New paragraph)
 Still went and bought like guys in advance
 No transport then we march in the dark
 When I get deep thoughts I think 'bout the past
 Got a man up 'cah I'm still in the boat
 Naghz in the cut still handlin' the 4
 SD got artillery for the bore
 And Biskit, I miss him to the core (core)
 Sav soon out, he'll be joining the war
 Jojo's next, he'll be joinin' us all
 Free TG and free GS-
 (They) They got years for their part in the war
 Free TY, what you think he's in for?
 Free 2 G's, what you think he's in for?
 Free Scratcha, what you think he's in for?
 Free Lil Jazz and free Lil Jugg (free up, free up)
 The return of the Mac (Mac, Mac)
 Spartan's marksman, Kennington sergeant
 Tryna menace ya 'til I'm back
 My friends in the pen
 Told them 'til the end, just after the laugh and the bants (bants)
 Chocolate darlin', just passin'
 Wanna know if I'm actually back
 11, where veteran be gang (uh)
 We're a militant camp (uh)
 We're the 21st century Spartans
 Of South London, the majority are black
 Can't wait to return to my camp
 Bring about this back, turn the South to Iraq (to Iraq)
 Pull up on a don like this
 Every individual clap (clap)
 It's been hard as a typical black (black)
 Mark Morrison (Morrison)
 The return of the Mac's from Kennington (Kennington)
 Who's signed a contract as a veteran?
 Name MizMac, I'm an African American
 I'm the same man that made drill rap relevant (drill rap relevant)
 Now imagine if I rap 'bout everything
 Metropolitan will think I'm a terrorist
 Now, listen here ladies and gentlemen
 I speak as a Kennington citizen
 Every Individual Spartan a militant
 300 against a thousand immigrants
 Latz notes, every lyric I'm tellin' 'em
 Some adrenaline when we saw ten of 'em (ten of 'em)
 And we backed ours out and stood that ground (ground)
 We're the reason they rate Kennington
 Violation turn vibratin'
 Young riders same day ridin' (ridin')
 But I grew up with knives and impatience
 It's dangerous when the four is firin'
 Now we organise rides and lace 'em
 Invade any base in silence (silence)
 But the truth is pride and fightin'
 'Cah I'd rather ride than write 'em
 Now back to my life of violence (violence)
 In a fight with the opps and trident (trident)
 Any tears in my eyes, I'm hidin'
 For the family I gotta keep smilin' (keep smiling)
 I still pull up on an opp like this (this)
 I bet bro do it how I did
 Or different I went for his chin (chin)
 And grandad went for his eyelids (bra, bra, bra)
 The return of the Mac (Mac, Mac, Mac)
 Spartan's marksman, Kennington sergeant
 Tryna menace ya 'til I'm back
 My friends in the pen
 Told them 'til the end, just after the laugh and the bants (bants)
 Chocolate darlin', just passin'
 Wanna know if I'm actually back
 11, where veteran be gang (uh)
 We're a militant camp (uh)
 We're the 21st century Spartans
 Of South London, the majority are black
 Can't wait to return to my camp
 Bring about this back, turn the South to Iraq (to Iraq)
 Pull up on a don like this
 Every individual clap (clap)
 It's been hard as a typical black (black)
 It sounds like Nyge
 

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Duration
04:00
Key
5
Tempo
145 BPM

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