MizOrMac - Return Of The Mac Lyrics

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Latz
Bisky
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
Elegant, 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-Z-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
Like combat with two shanks and attacks (attacks)
Double S, double S
That's Spartans Supreme (ay)
Everyone screamin' out 'diligent'
Do you even know what 'diligent' means? (Ay)
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 Bisky, I miss him to the core (core)
Sav soon out, return of the bop
Jojo's next, he'll be joinin' us all
Free TG and free GSmarko
(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
Elegant, 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)

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 it made 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' (smiling)
I still pull up on an opp like this (this)
I make bro do it how I did
Or different I went for his chin (chin)
And grandad went for his eyelids

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
Elegant, 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

(It sounds like Nyge)