[Beat 1]
I think you forget that Jim’s been a threat and a vet
So long so where's the respect?
You ain't repped with DJ Slimzee on set
I ain't heard you on a tape or cassette
Cause weren't present when grime weren't pleasant
A game full of shottas and goons and peasants
Rascal run away with the scene
Man on par with the stickiest lemon
The mic in my hands like a stick to a felon
Letting off rhymes my mouth is my weapon
Blowing up south, Peckham to Streatham
Blowing up west from Acton to Shepherds
And my name spread north of course
Tottenham to Angel I rock the cradle
And I been running round east from day
Dagenham to Barking, Hackney to Cable Street
With a lyrically shot speed
Every man from a manor where the blocks deep
Where your block's like an episode of Dawson's Creek
Rest in peace to the Esco
Let's go, anyone who built this scene
I'm taking it back to an old school theme
I'm oceans deep and they flow too weak
Side with me and fly like a frisbee
Go against me and die like Da Vinci
I open the pages and write in the history
I'm right in the middle of my life it's a mystery
I wound up on an Island with Tinchy
A label Marley made famous
See a minor, that's why I'm major
Shut one eye then stare at my wallet
You still won't ever see half of my paper
Life's a ride how far it will take ya
Depends how far that you'll break ya
Back to make ya stack bigger than a freight container
More cash more money in the bank
Till I die and reside with the maker
I'll shoot for the hoop like I was a Laker
You said white boys can't jump you're a hater
I'll jump all over your boat race then shout later
I'm the administrator for pain inside of a chamber
Full of nightmares I don't fight fair
If I wanna find breh's I don’t use no satellite navigator
Cause the word on the street is that you're in town with your bird on the weekend
What's the odds that we just might meet then?
When I run up on you like an east end weed den
[Beat 2]
You show me the conditions, hear the terms of my recital
Murmur and I'll murder you so bring the German rifles
I'm rolling with the Kalashnikov I'm backing off my rivals
Call me (censored) I’ll kill you off like (censored)
And naa I ain't acting I'm as practically a spiteful
As going back in time to give the atom bomb to Guy Fawkes
Now I'm stuck and I’m waiting for a time warp
To once again return you can’t terminate a cyborg
I'm made of metal, I could break you all like ply board
Broke the ground level, now like Luke, I like to sky-walk
I'm a dying rebel like Gaddafi not compliable
I'll stab you with a paint brush, there's art in my survival
I'm like a cyclops with the all seeing eyeball
And all I see is weed to think it's time to build an ital
Burn you to degrees that your skeleton is frightful
After they discover you in my ash tray after nightfall
I kept it real but all they seem to want is fake
I should speak like a wanker and spit bars like Drake
Fishing hook aaahhh bait, I'll come to your estate
And slap your mates who insisted that you was great
And then I'll take your style and your charisma
Combine em with tobacco and ignite em in a Rizla
You left me in my lane we all tried to play the game
So now you need to ascertain that I could flip you like your sister
But no homo just poisoning the promo
Charlie ain't a sloth naa he's a yeti in a polo
And Devlin I'm a dragon reigning fire on your postcode
I hold gold so let me throw a blow and leave your nose broke
Like Britannia it's black and white like a panda
The devils levels higher looking down from my veranda
And so that you know what you hold is false hope
And false goals don't account for much when the truths told
Sorry for the flames I induce this is murder
Blame put the name on my crew this is murder
Jimmy I'm an Essex boy so you know it's murder
Greater London in between the city and suburbia
Hold tight Klash and Terra Firma, it's murder
D-E-V-L-I-N, yeah you know it's murder
Charlie Sloth the DJ that you all hearda' it’s murder
D-E-V-L-I-N, murder
[Beat 3]
It's OT crew in the house again
We been endowed with the strength of a thousand men
I live a long dream make a biro bleed
Turn a ball point into a fountain pen
When I spew red rivers I'm deading you
Getting you coming for your revenue too
You ain't never dwelt in the places I've been
I'm at home in the dark like Nosferatu
Or king Tut locked up in his tomb
For too many suns and too many moons
Whites and blacks who thrive to attack
Dagenham scums inside of the room
So there might quite be violence soon
Hear the sirens sound like Rascal and shoot
Then boot to the closest district tube
Big up Wiley he always knew
That I'd be a beast and a brute
And pollute the peace in the booth
Like pumping the sea fulla' crude oil
When I get deeper I’m rude
So the better I get you're all screwed
Am I a veteran? Yes you'll get moved
Weren't pulling your legs when I said I was a threat
I’m ill but will punch you out of ya shoes
English bomb with an Irish fuse
And there’s not long left till I detonate
Leave guys in a two and eight in a right old state
You better have your giro saved
I'm claiming anything I like ok
Cause I've found my groove and a ride
That keeps me amused this life is a game
I'm old school like fruit of the loom
But I come brand new so the youth can relate
And maybe try following the lead
My whole damn scene came outta the street
With young men letting off shots
And kids getting killed by the rocks like Apollo 18
I gotta swim through a sea fulla darkness
In a blackpool like Holloway's team
Forgive me if I take you for ransom
Naa I'm like Manson I got a regime
And I love bad vibes
In fact, I like it when everybody climbs on my back
When the knifes at the ready and they try to attack
But my names not Caesar–
And who gave yous the right to react?
To put your wife on her back like Caroline Flack
I ain't never been killed inside of the scene
Red rum backwards analyse that
Stun gun a pussy I paralyze cats
Don't sell drugs but I've got white raps
I'm a messed up geezer I just might snap
Not a wife beater but you might find me in Dags on a Friday
Bare knuckle fighting a slag and might have a fight with her dad
That's how it is cause my manors quite mad
And the spotlight coulda' never changed this man
God damn, that's who I am
I think you forget that Jim’s been a threat and a vet
So long so where's the respect?
You ain't repped with DJ Slimzee on set
I ain't heard you on a tape or cassette
Cause weren't present when grime weren't pleasant
A game full of shottas and goons and peasants
Rascal run away with the scene
Man on par with the stickiest lemon
The mic in my hands like a stick to a felon
Letting off rhymes my mouth is my weapon
Blowing up south, Peckham to Streatham
Blowing up west from Acton to Shepherds
And my name spread north of course
Tottenham to Angel I rock the cradle
And I been running round east from day
Dagenham to Barking, Hackney to Cable Street
With a lyrically shot speed
Every man from a manor where the blocks deep
Where your block's like an episode of Dawson's Creek
Rest in peace to the Esco
Let's go, anyone who built this scene
I'm taking it back to an old school theme
I'm oceans deep and they flow too weak
Side with me and fly like a frisbee
Go against me and die like Da Vinci
I open the pages and write in the history
I'm right in the middle of my life it's a mystery
I wound up on an Island with Tinchy
A label Marley made famous
See a minor, that's why I'm major
Shut one eye then stare at my wallet
You still won't ever see half of my paper
Life's a ride how far it will take ya
Depends how far that you'll break ya
Back to make ya stack bigger than a freight container
More cash more money in the bank
Till I die and reside with the maker
I'll shoot for the hoop like I was a Laker
You said white boys can't jump you're a hater
I'll jump all over your boat race then shout later
I'm the administrator for pain inside of a chamber
Full of nightmares I don't fight fair
If I wanna find breh's I don’t use no satellite navigator
Cause the word on the street is that you're in town with your bird on the weekend
What's the odds that we just might meet then?
When I run up on you like an east end weed den
[Beat 2]
You show me the conditions, hear the terms of my recital
Murmur and I'll murder you so bring the German rifles
I'm rolling with the Kalashnikov I'm backing off my rivals
Call me (censored) I’ll kill you off like (censored)
And naa I ain't acting I'm as practically a spiteful
As going back in time to give the atom bomb to Guy Fawkes
Now I'm stuck and I’m waiting for a time warp
To once again return you can’t terminate a cyborg
I'm made of metal, I could break you all like ply board
Broke the ground level, now like Luke, I like to sky-walk
I'm a dying rebel like Gaddafi not compliable
I'll stab you with a paint brush, there's art in my survival
I'm like a cyclops with the all seeing eyeball
And all I see is weed to think it's time to build an ital
Burn you to degrees that your skeleton is frightful
After they discover you in my ash tray after nightfall
I kept it real but all they seem to want is fake
I should speak like a wanker and spit bars like Drake
Fishing hook aaahhh bait, I'll come to your estate
And slap your mates who insisted that you was great
And then I'll take your style and your charisma
Combine em with tobacco and ignite em in a Rizla
You left me in my lane we all tried to play the game
So now you need to ascertain that I could flip you like your sister
But no homo just poisoning the promo
Charlie ain't a sloth naa he's a yeti in a polo
And Devlin I'm a dragon reigning fire on your postcode
I hold gold so let me throw a blow and leave your nose broke
Like Britannia it's black and white like a panda
The devils levels higher looking down from my veranda
And so that you know what you hold is false hope
And false goals don't account for much when the truths told
Sorry for the flames I induce this is murder
Blame put the name on my crew this is murder
Jimmy I'm an Essex boy so you know it's murder
Greater London in between the city and suburbia
Hold tight Klash and Terra Firma, it's murder
D-E-V-L-I-N, yeah you know it's murder
Charlie Sloth the DJ that you all hearda' it’s murder
D-E-V-L-I-N, murder
[Beat 3]
It's OT crew in the house again
We been endowed with the strength of a thousand men
I live a long dream make a biro bleed
Turn a ball point into a fountain pen
When I spew red rivers I'm deading you
Getting you coming for your revenue too
You ain't never dwelt in the places I've been
I'm at home in the dark like Nosferatu
Or king Tut locked up in his tomb
For too many suns and too many moons
Whites and blacks who thrive to attack
Dagenham scums inside of the room
So there might quite be violence soon
Hear the sirens sound like Rascal and shoot
Then boot to the closest district tube
Big up Wiley he always knew
That I'd be a beast and a brute
And pollute the peace in the booth
Like pumping the sea fulla' crude oil
When I get deeper I’m rude
So the better I get you're all screwed
Am I a veteran? Yes you'll get moved
Weren't pulling your legs when I said I was a threat
I’m ill but will punch you out of ya shoes
English bomb with an Irish fuse
And there’s not long left till I detonate
Leave guys in a two and eight in a right old state
You better have your giro saved
I'm claiming anything I like ok
Cause I've found my groove and a ride
That keeps me amused this life is a game
I'm old school like fruit of the loom
But I come brand new so the youth can relate
And maybe try following the lead
My whole damn scene came outta the street
With young men letting off shots
And kids getting killed by the rocks like Apollo 18
I gotta swim through a sea fulla darkness
In a blackpool like Holloway's team
Forgive me if I take you for ransom
Naa I'm like Manson I got a regime
And I love bad vibes
In fact, I like it when everybody climbs on my back
When the knifes at the ready and they try to attack
But my names not Caesar–
And who gave yous the right to react?
To put your wife on her back like Caroline Flack
I ain't never been killed inside of the scene
Red rum backwards analyse that
Stun gun a pussy I paralyze cats
Don't sell drugs but I've got white raps
I'm a messed up geezer I just might snap
Not a wife beater but you might find me in Dags on a Friday
Bare knuckle fighting a slag and might have a fight with her dad
That's how it is cause my manors quite mad
And the spotlight coulda' never changed this man
God damn, that's who I am
( Devlin )
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