Devlin - Fire in the Booth Part 2 lyrics

Check, big up Danny Weed on this one okay
Yeah

Bypass the white shark I'll bite you in half
Then snap on the life guarder's right arm
I'm a psycho I smile and apply charm while
I really feel like strikin' em by large
If you never again appeared I
Don't think many would
Care but I'm a life form with my bars
Not prison lyrics written touch wood
I don't wanna jinx shit but I'm
Spitting and I'm trying hard
To yet again affirm no fella
In your firm couldn't
Better me I'll burn every body in the booth
Anybody want a turn? I bet that you would
But me, I don't endorse men from the hood
Half as good i just laugh I'm when I blast
The road looks clear on the path I took
Now let me step it up a


Gear when I start then look
If you ain't be familiarised, my name's Devs
And I've been on my grind a long time
In the fog, when I'm Phileas high
I don't die like spirit inside 'cause every
Lyric I write has got infinity life
I don't give a shit about their critical eyes
It's take what I want now, criminal mind
Baitface, I'mma take anything in my sight
There's something in the rhythm and
It's giving me life
The resurrection of Christ? Not quite
Freeze me till my race turns out bright
Guess so that officially means
That I could sleep
For a million weeks and then rise
When I see F-I T I'm that guy
They're going on B-A-D then get shy
Who is it? D-E-V the mad guy
Kitty man, love titty and fat thighs
You can smile again this world is mine again
No time to play the timing's great
I waited for brighter days to light the game
And now they can't fight the flame
I hear a lot of wannabe yanks from UK
Trap 'em in a bando 'til they lose weight
Force him to smoke what he sell everyday
To people's children been led astray
We pray upon the weak in this
World for the need to excel
So bun bein' weak I'm a beast you can tell
I'm telling men I wanna a girl
Do a queef then smell when I read
To myself in a region I dwell
Dream to myself in the freedom I sell
Never let a man lead you and tell
Great lies to achieve what
He needs for himself
The future's in the grip of your palm
And you wouldn't wanna rip it apart
Only mad men live in the past, it's 2008
Ain't that I'm scared to ask
I maintain the charade for a state of calm
Dedicate time to creative art
Like Kurt Cobain when he played guitar
I'll sing while I lay in the bath
And just drift
My thoughts are nomadic, I’m real uninhibited
I flow like magic
Between the heavenly dream and
This challenge And
This zone invisible that men can't savage
Sabotage or blast and attack it
Out of your reach Armstrong couldn't grab it
Third eye's open like the
Doors on the carriage
When the highway men ask what's
Yours let 'em have it

Check check check 1, 2
Big up to Rookie Beats on the net man
Big beats listen yeah, it's the

Oh, I'm a screw-up
I think it's time I grew up
'Cause now I look so old that
I could pass for 82 up
And I ain't even 30 yet, oh what a dirty sket
Life turned out to be
Hope don't desert me yet
Why don't you come for me until
My maker comes for me
'Cause being the one to beat is taxing me
HMRC they're all hunting me
I'm sitting here uncomfortably
Sipping on my cup of tea
Thinking "who, fucking me?"
The cheek of it, I don't even know these cats
Roll up on your cul-de-sac
Smack you with a golden plaque
I'll turn the show to ash till
I can see that Charlie's sweatin'
It's like I'm cooking crack on
Camera in some grimey setting
Yeah you know it's that
Guy that makes almighty efforts
I'll serve a pint inside a shot glass
Defying measures play me back
Like podcasts and find treasures
Holy Grime was just some bread
For all you blind beggars
I highly reckon that tiny seconds are
Worth their weight in gold
And once they've gone you won't get
'em just like the Phoenix feathers
Count your blessings
'fore they count you out
Like a boxer that got dropped just
Like a fart inside your mouth
You arse lickers, half spitters
Thinkin' that you're hard hitters
Biggest here period
That's why they're wearing large knickers
Love to Uncle, love to Char, love to Vic
Love to Young Spray
EGA we made it through this shit
Like Andy Dufresne
Crawling through these sewer pipes
Tryna find the bluer sky, Devlin is do or die
But, I'm so lazy I might choose death
Only joking, who's next?
I can see the future in my sight
The booth is now alight
It's like I can't believe they're legally
Charlie Sloth invited me to
Try ignite the BBC
There ain't to fighting me, no blighting me
No beating me i think these guys fancy me
That's why they always speak of me
I set this fire in a booth part, 2
I thought I'd nice you with a new spark
Got everybody like "that white
Man is too dark" you're bloody right
And this year's a new start
I said, I set this fire in a booth part, 2
I thought I'd nice you with a new spark
Got everybody like "that pale
Face is too dark" you're fucking right
And this year's a new start

We're gonna go again check
Big up PEZ OTB on this one
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah devlin, Charlie Sloth
Listen

It's your best MCs worst nightmare
The devilish white breh that don't quite
Care and I'm right here yo Slothy
When I bring the horror like Shotty
They're insignificant, it's quite clear
Nobody, can make me look sloppy
This shit is my whole damn life not a hobby
I was in the bit's tryna grind for a bobby
Now I'm on the mic everybody's gettin' bodied
Arses ask me if I still feel relevant
Relevant? What's relevant? Shottin' heroin?
Murder? Lies? Cash over anything?
Kids don't be silly with your life
Be intelligent
And acquire what you need and more
Television is a weapon and
They're winning a war
It's all Towie and Geordie Shore
It's not cool to be thick
Nor to be a Northern whore
Adore and implore me I'm sure that
I couldn't give a shit anymore
You ain't even wanna spit on the floor
When I'm finished, yeah bringing the raw
Or shop round
There ain't none bigger in store
I've been around, from the AM check my MO
Building blocks like Ed Sheeran with Lego
Traipse in the field no life in the meadows
Nighttime runnin' with the grimiest fellows
I hear echos
I feel as though I've lived 20 lives already
I ain't sure goes so quick
I was told don't blink so I didn't for
A minute and my eyes got sore
Bellies of yellow I feel like like mental
Chat wet like Marti Pellow and what for
That's why I'm on a level and
The sun won't settle on
My soul when I slip and I slide from the tour
Problem child with a red bow-tie
Givin' 'em what for, the pit with locked jaw
I clamp when I bite
Givin' 'em lots more than gas when I write
Lyrically top draw, dismantling mics
Sound mechanic, dem man just sound mechanic
I'll bring a wave that'll drown the planet
When I'm playing with the flame and grab it
Get burned in a state of panic
I was made erratic, Private Pyle
Full metal jacket loopy and wild
Charlie, stay in the booth for too long
And you'll be grey like me
It's the radiation of a nuclear star
You'll see the file
Anything I wanna do, choose to ‘n’ smile
Casting a spell, it's the voodoo child
Salem, I'm in a witch hunt no trial
The only justice I know is poetical
They don't wanna hype me? Go let em all
I'll get em all i'm highly incredible
I'm making a circle spherical
More substance when I tell 'em all
You wanna ride with Devs
You'll need a miracle
Bun your life for bling, it's so unethical
You know what? F 'em all
I'll start my own terraform where
Some people were never born