Devlin - High Rise lyrics
[Devlin - High Rise lyrics]
Yeah D-V-Z
Big Up Ratchet
Hold tight Danny C
Yeah, yeah you know how we do this
It's Tales From The Crypt 2006, well equipt
Yeah big up Mikey, it's OutTakers
Tales From The, Tales From The
It's like, appreciate the craftsmanship
Lyrics interacting with the beat
To form a partnership
Developing the skill I need to
Use and start enhancing it
Got lines to make your carcass split
Find your stash and dart with it
And if you dream of being better
Then depart with it
I aim above the clouds
And Lord's heaven's where my target is
I'll never lose, I'm too proud
You'll wish you never started it
Like alien conspiracies
We'll never know the half of it
But how can we be the only living
Creatures in a universe that features
More planets than a library has readers
I talk but inside of me I'm speechless
Wary of the secrets that we stumble
Over when the reaper meets us
I need to try and rise up
And out my own demise
Cleanse your ears from spitters that
Continually told you lies
But none of this was
Accidentally plotted overnight
I'm one of few oversights so
Don't be acting so surprised
When the art of intelligent
Bars and flowing dies
Spitters take a seat
Forget what you think you know inside
My thoughts and their thoughts
Definitely don't coincide
My mind's a cave of no
Return, I'm warning you
Don't go inside
It's like Illuminati scrolls
Your inner secrecy
That's why you see me drift away
When loose ballers speak to me
Keep my flows tight the way it is
And way it needs to be
Not everybody knows right
It's life ain't what it seems to me
Yeah, but it seems to me I'm a castaway
Guided by nan's soul
My light throughout my darkest day
Time moves too fast
I can't just let it pass away
Keep on writing filthy
Makes an impact in the largest way
It's straight lyricism
The street's a villain ridden
Before the thugs hit the clubs
Make sure the milli's hidden
It's either competition
No I didn't think up vision
Friends of mine doing time
Behind stingy prisons
But when it comes to bars
Call me the emperor
Seventeen but I only need
Sixteen to dismember ya
Sorry if I offended you
I'm not this cocky regular
But people wanna talk
Like they're better? I'm fucking ending ya
I think to walk up in the bank
Brandish the calibre
Bag up all the money then
Just fly away to Malaga
I'll take my boys with me but
I'll leave behind the scavengers
Disappointed with spitters will call
Us the new ambassadors
Making altercations and changing the way
We spit in Britain
Revealing hidden talents when I compose
Myself and ride the rhythm
God knows my pride is hidden
Slowly I unite the system
Gathered an army in these cold
Streets to fight for wisdom
Open the brackets, me and Ratchet
The ultimate package
A combination known to be savage
He makes the beat and I choke and attack it
People patrolling the planet
Know that my flow is volcanic
It's tuck with me like the smell
Of weed smoke in my jacket
But I'm hidden like the text
In the DaVinci code
Invisible to the public eye because
Nobody thinks I'll blow
On point but I'm thinking slow
I think it's time to make a roach
And grab the rizla and weed and
Then just roll and smoke
Inhale the smoke of a rebel
I'm independently firing
Demonic scripts so sick I've
Awoken the devil
And yes I'm broke on a level
Nah I'm not lying
I'm constantly trying to get my music
Off the ground and flying
It's like, I cause big commotion
Runaway like locomotion
Come back at a better time and grab
An eighth and start the smoking
It's like I'm only joking
I'm only going home
But not before years of cannabis smoke
And sweat and broken bones
Feeling shit like an informant
Who broke the oaths
And now he knows every man on
Road is hunting for his soul
That's how it goes
Although I never give the mic up
I never get no money
Recognitions or magazine write-ups
And the odds are against me
Maybe it's time to put the mic up
But I love the music, can't decide
I'm trying to make my mind up
Ten years time, looking down the line
Where will I wind up?
Working like a bitch or in
The sun happily signed up?
Laughing 'cause it beats me, yeah
I'm what the streets speak
And I'm standing on death's peak
At twenty thousand feet
I need twenty grand a week to
Fulfil the life I need
So pass the rizla and weed, let me proceed
Big Up Ratchet
Hold tight Danny C
Yeah, yeah you know how we do this
It's Tales From The Crypt 2006, well equipt
Yeah big up Mikey, it's OutTakers
Tales From The, Tales From The
It's like, appreciate the craftsmanship
Lyrics interacting with the beat
To form a partnership
Developing the skill I need to
Use and start enhancing it
Got lines to make your carcass split
Find your stash and dart with it
And if you dream of being better
Then depart with it
I aim above the clouds
And Lord's heaven's where my target is
I'll never lose, I'm too proud
You'll wish you never started it
Like alien conspiracies
We'll never know the half of it
But how can we be the only living
Creatures in a universe that features
More planets than a library has readers
I talk but inside of me I'm speechless
Wary of the secrets that we stumble
Over when the reaper meets us
I need to try and rise up
And out my own demise
Cleanse your ears from spitters that
Continually told you lies
But none of this was
Accidentally plotted overnight
I'm one of few oversights so
Don't be acting so surprised
When the art of intelligent
Bars and flowing dies
Spitters take a seat
Forget what you think you know inside
My thoughts and their thoughts
Definitely don't coincide
My mind's a cave of no
Return, I'm warning you
Don't go inside
It's like Illuminati scrolls
Your inner secrecy
That's why you see me drift away
When loose ballers speak to me
Keep my flows tight the way it is
And way it needs to be
Not everybody knows right
It's life ain't what it seems to me
Yeah, but it seems to me I'm a castaway
Guided by nan's soul
My light throughout my darkest day
Time moves too fast
I can't just let it pass away
Keep on writing filthy
Makes an impact in the largest way
It's straight lyricism
The street's a villain ridden
Before the thugs hit the clubs
Make sure the milli's hidden
It's either competition
No I didn't think up vision
Friends of mine doing time
Behind stingy prisons
But when it comes to bars
Call me the emperor
Seventeen but I only need
Sixteen to dismember ya
Sorry if I offended you
I'm not this cocky regular
But people wanna talk
Like they're better? I'm fucking ending ya
I think to walk up in the bank
Brandish the calibre
Bag up all the money then
Just fly away to Malaga
I'll take my boys with me but
I'll leave behind the scavengers
Disappointed with spitters will call
Us the new ambassadors
Making altercations and changing the way
We spit in Britain
Revealing hidden talents when I compose
Myself and ride the rhythm
God knows my pride is hidden
Slowly I unite the system
Gathered an army in these cold
Streets to fight for wisdom
Open the brackets, me and Ratchet
The ultimate package
A combination known to be savage
He makes the beat and I choke and attack it
People patrolling the planet
Know that my flow is volcanic
It's tuck with me like the smell
Of weed smoke in my jacket
But I'm hidden like the text
In the DaVinci code
Invisible to the public eye because
Nobody thinks I'll blow
On point but I'm thinking slow
I think it's time to make a roach
And grab the rizla and weed and
Then just roll and smoke
Inhale the smoke of a rebel
I'm independently firing
Demonic scripts so sick I've
Awoken the devil
And yes I'm broke on a level
Nah I'm not lying
I'm constantly trying to get my music
Off the ground and flying
It's like, I cause big commotion
Runaway like locomotion
Come back at a better time and grab
An eighth and start the smoking
It's like I'm only joking
I'm only going home
But not before years of cannabis smoke
And sweat and broken bones
Feeling shit like an informant
Who broke the oaths
And now he knows every man on
Road is hunting for his soul
That's how it goes
Although I never give the mic up
I never get no money
Recognitions or magazine write-ups
And the odds are against me
Maybe it's time to put the mic up
But I love the music, can't decide
I'm trying to make my mind up
Ten years time, looking down the line
Where will I wind up?
Working like a bitch or in
The sun happily signed up?
Laughing 'cause it beats me, yeah
I'm what the streets speak
And I'm standing on death's peak
At twenty thousand feet
I need twenty grand a week to
Fulfil the life I need
So pass the rizla and weed, let me proceed