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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Devlin
Devlin
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lewis Hodder
Lewis Hodder
Komponist:in
James Devlin
James Devlin
Songwriter:in
Justin Clarke
Justin Clarke
Songwriter:in

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[Verse 1]
Who, when, where and what? I'll scare 'em off
Some fairy mob tryna be what they're clearly not
Wanna breath or dare to cough
Your gettin' beat with my slipper when I'm takin' it off
Grandad of grime, man
Bag full of lime when I turn up
You're in the Nile with a croc in
My dominion, I tried to incite more brilliance
I weren't just rhymin' a lot
Visionary with an urban dictionary
Runnin' rings 'round those that I come across
Grindin' for lots, no less to be lost
But a guy that will seek always gets what he wants
Lookin' up at a policeman's weapon
Not quite but guys seem under the cosh
If I come back, I wanna be a leopard
Why? 'Cause I've heard they don't change their spots
I just want a little normality, reality is not so real, I need clarity
If not, then a chariot to carry me
Pulled by forces polar to gravity
They have not got what I have in me
More grit than a snow truck avidly
Rollin' up with the blown vocabulary
Way before Shaun T and insanity
I had to work it out
And kept it more real than the Bernabeu
Get slapped on sight in your dirty mouth
Taken out of the game that I turned around
The pots been boiling now for too long
One chef with a firmer hand
Is back now, right out of the background
So back down or else get boiled not blanched
[Verse 2]
Let me take it back, then
The station's Deja, the DJ's MAC-10
The producer's Lewi White and man are murkin' his latest anthem
Mission, kill all the basic mandem
These words came with actions
Don't speak if it ain't been sanctioned
GH, Lewi and Devs
Do you know what I'd be doin' instead (What?)
Kickin' off doors and ruinin' creps
Lickin' off shots in Newham with Wes
One man, I ain't in a gang
I don't care if it's blue, if it's red
Mike Tyson, I'll chew off his head
Cheddar Bob, he nearly blew off his leg
Put that away
I said, put that away before the feds put man away
Foot on the break
I said foot on the break before we crash, look at the gate
Knife in my hand
I said, knife in my hand, it's a rasclart pussy buffet
And I'm going to eat some pussy today
[Verse 3]
I see no ceilings
This flow's giving' 'em a reload feeling
Bullet in your head, leave your ego leakin'
I need no reason, I pull up in bike like
I be gettin' Paid In Full and it's the scene where Rico's squeezin'
I'm at the age where I'm losin' people to natural causes
Guns are the least of my worries, my ****'s on chemo treatment
G-H-E-double T-O season
Dope boy, fresh like I'm kilo dealin'
They never let me in
I was outside in the cold, one eye through the keyhole peepin'
Ting T-L-C, we no creepin'
Action, zero speakin', check out the banger that we roll deep in
[Verse 4]
You want gas?
I'll burp on the mic
You want bars?
Me and Ghetts will be here for the night
You want style?
Well, just watch when I strike
Think you're wild?
You'll get a left then a right, alright
[Verse 5]
It's Jim form the block not Jenny
Runnin' up on any when I back this 'Henny
See me on telly or the Heathway ready
For a long night, hold tight, get ready
Runnin' this game, white Uriah Rennie
And when I've got a fire in my belly it will not be sweet
Like ice cream or jelly
I'm shellin' in here, it's like led confetti
You best check yourself like Burberry
It's a witch hunt when I come and burn many
Cremation is imminent, start vacatin' your citizens
By train or the ferry
Planes, whatever, change in the weather
I'm bringin' a monsoon full of misery
I'm bringin' the most food for you, lyrically
I'm bringin' you more nukes than the military
When I drop 'em all, it's unstoppable
You try to stop it, it's highly improbable
Blind logic, sight of an oracle
And I can see more shit for me
But I'll deal with it, life's hard, get real with it
And I might seem dead but I'm still here livin'
Still here givin'
All that I've got, while they've got a mouthful of balls and cock
Breadin' it, whenever an MC's hot, just eggin' me on
You'd better tempt me not
I ain't got to scream on the mic
And pretend that I like everybody just to get a response
It's nice, I can do what I like
Been on the grind ever since me and Mikey dropped
A CD from that grimey block
And met Col and Dal, then the island boss
Written by: James Devlin, Justin Clarke, Lewis Hodder
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