Devlin - The Garden lyrics

Welcome to the garden the HQ of Jim Laden
Where weed trees grow around the
Things I leave departed
Got AKs in black bags you
Think we're full of garbage
Guess again the weapons I've
Obtained are like Osama's
Who, by the way, is still alive
And says to say hello
And told me to tell you
That hes just laying low
Then disclose that he was paid
To take the blame
For what happened to the towers
So America could take control
I make the fans mosh
But this ain't rock and roll
Just a snippet of the craziness
Of the life I know inside the grimy flow
Blow your mind to Idaho
And fly back to return to it's rightful home
Im like a war lord of lyrics
I've got much more than spirit
Im trying to conjure a spell and take control
Of every single area code across the globe
For every fairy tale told I
Tell it straight and bold
I'm something like the common cold
No ones find a cure for me
So I just hang around until it's time to go
And come back when I decide to
And play personas for viruses
Like bird flu and swine flu
Or whatever's in line next
That's been designed to
Kill it slowly within life's huge human zoo
Its J ladan with a 'chete in alley way
Don't ask me who I am, who the fuck are you
Buckaroo?
All my bars and rhymes move in synchracy
Think of me like mother Mary boy
You can't get into me
But, I ain't virginal I'm
Dangerous to pussy holes
Who think that I won't step to
Them instinctively and sink my teeth
In their damn necks, take a rain check
Instead of blazing you I probably
Rather blaze the blessed
But, I'll be spraying to the day and
Date the game starts making sense
Won't stop until I'm dead
Thats what I call going to grave extents
Bring me back to life in fifty thousand years
And I reign on whoever rapping nice
Then kick back with a diet coke jack and ice
See words for me swells
Within the devils eyes
A never ending well of lust
Probably made me jealous, i
Throw my hands up, I admit
But, I run up my lips a bit
Because I felt like I'm handcuffed
But now I've broke free
Im never leaving bankrupt
Rappers think they're dead stiff
Like rigor mortis is just know I go hard
Like pornstar performances
Norman of Normandy
I'll force you out your fortresses
Until you're hiding like your
Moonlighting as a contortionist
I see men collecting metals
I think we need to pause a bit
Cause, I ain't hating for the day that
I start making soft songs son
I'll probably win an award for it
And for a spitter like myself
That's what the bullshit is
Anyways, I never stray away from real
All I can do, I guess
Is demonstrate the way I feel
The way I speak, the way I
Move, the way I breathe, the way I'm ill
So real life got me chasing
That 2 stone still
I lost when diabetes handed me
My tombstone I'm fucking ill
Listen, I worked hard to get signed
But thats irrelevant
The point I'm tryna make's I
Never had a lucky deal
So all you inbreds can climb my money hill
Cause DEV is on the hunt for money still
And then my hands ain't on the
Curb they're on the till i'm OT, you know me
Running through the whole scene
Screaming Dagenham is ill
With young whippers snappers grabbing
On the steel
What the fuck is with this manner
Chat will get you killed
Crack and smack is everywhere
Just like the weed and pills
My backyard is too rough for Titchmarsh
Fuck all the little pricks who
Keep saying my name you'll never be as ill
I've done everything you've done
Ten times over
We got everyone doing good things for the UK
Nothing but love all day
Let's make it happen
OT our time, Devlin, A Moving Picture