Devlin - Halloween Ressurection lyrics
[Devlin - Halloween Ressurection lyrics]
Ha ha ha ha It's Devz, D-V-Z
Outtakers, Broadstreet Stories
Its dirty Devils
Where's your fucking levels?
Big up everyone in Dogenham
Yeah... What can they say though?
They can't do it like us
Yeah... We're live
Lights, Camera
Action... I told you I was merking records
So now it must be like
Prime time for fucking action
With no distractions
Never bit I writ my own adaptions
Fuck all my shit I'm swinging
Axes just like Anglo Saxons
And my defences are extensive
My vision's been extended
So I can see through these pricks pretending
There ain't no happy endings
We just go through life defending
Possessions, go old and wait for
Death to start descending
Cause lifes one slippery slope
From being literally broke
To sipping champagne and sitting on boats
That's what I'm wishing the most
Guarantee that if I left I
Won't be missing the roads
Spit with the sickest of flows, It's amnesia
Forgetting I abolish pricks
From the school of knowledge
Leaving blood upon your Smiths so
They might need a polish
And competition is minimal
That's completely honest
Tell me Devz didn't raise the
Stakes and delivery as promised
So secure the perimeter
Cause it's sure to be sinister
Assassination, bore the Prime Minister
For the law that he administers
Keeps working class people working hard
And tax rises means that he
Can drive a fancy car
It's mind blowing, I've spent time growing
From writing any lines and any verse
To bars that I define poems
The ill poet you know it, so say it
Help me build my dream instead
Of trying to delay it
Cop my vinyl, play it
And you'll be nicely surprised
Tighter than guys
Riding the mic and finding hype
Carry on bighting lines
We live in frightening times
So instinctively I'm showing fighting signs
Careful on the roads
You never know where lightning strikes
I'm feeling rightfully inclined to grab
The mic and ride
Take my pride, nar they ain't a man alive
The way that I've been
Writing's now been redesigned
Totally redefined
You must be blind if you
Can't read the signs
I need to feed my mind
I need to start consuming food and moving
Cause the fact I'm better than these
Cats has now been truly proven
I've seen losers do what they do best
And that's just keep on losing
Hating Devz cause they ain't on this level
It's too amusing
But who's the nicest? Cool, calm in a crisis
Got language, grab the tightest
In my fist the hand I write with
A scholar from the middle ages, 1050 pages
Demonstrating how to blaze the paper
'til your'e raising Satan
Outtakers, Broadstreet Stories
Its dirty Devils
Where's your fucking levels?
Big up everyone in Dogenham
Yeah... What can they say though?
They can't do it like us
Yeah... We're live
Lights, Camera
Action... I told you I was merking records
So now it must be like
Prime time for fucking action
With no distractions
Never bit I writ my own adaptions
Fuck all my shit I'm swinging
Axes just like Anglo Saxons
And my defences are extensive
My vision's been extended
So I can see through these pricks pretending
There ain't no happy endings
We just go through life defending
Possessions, go old and wait for
Death to start descending
Cause lifes one slippery slope
From being literally broke
To sipping champagne and sitting on boats
That's what I'm wishing the most
Guarantee that if I left I
Won't be missing the roads
Spit with the sickest of flows, It's amnesia
Forgetting I abolish pricks
From the school of knowledge
Leaving blood upon your Smiths so
They might need a polish
And competition is minimal
That's completely honest
Tell me Devz didn't raise the
Stakes and delivery as promised
So secure the perimeter
Cause it's sure to be sinister
Assassination, bore the Prime Minister
For the law that he administers
Keeps working class people working hard
And tax rises means that he
Can drive a fancy car
It's mind blowing, I've spent time growing
From writing any lines and any verse
To bars that I define poems
The ill poet you know it, so say it
Help me build my dream instead
Of trying to delay it
Cop my vinyl, play it
And you'll be nicely surprised
Tighter than guys
Riding the mic and finding hype
Carry on bighting lines
We live in frightening times
So instinctively I'm showing fighting signs
Careful on the roads
You never know where lightning strikes
I'm feeling rightfully inclined to grab
The mic and ride
Take my pride, nar they ain't a man alive
The way that I've been
Writing's now been redesigned
Totally redefined
You must be blind if you
Can't read the signs
I need to feed my mind
I need to start consuming food and moving
Cause the fact I'm better than these
Cats has now been truly proven
I've seen losers do what they do best
And that's just keep on losing
Hating Devz cause they ain't on this level
It's too amusing
But who's the nicest? Cool, calm in a crisis
Got language, grab the tightest
In my fist the hand I write with
A scholar from the middle ages, 1050 pages
Demonstrating how to blaze the paper
'til your'e raising Satan