1989

Duckin' out from Feds in the dark

Then we appear with grass stains up and down my legs and arms

And with a fresh beer clenched in my palm

16: My bars are different class

I've been rolling with Dogz and Glamour and Shotz for a year

I've been steppin' up fast

I guess I got around in the bits

I was selling bags of bud and Tales from the Crypt

I met Ghetts when I was 14, lost touch

By 16, I'd linked up with Ghetts again

Rolling with The Movement and started doing sets for them

Mercston, Scorcher, Unique and Wretch and 'em

2006, I was 17 when I finished my first solo CD

But this time there's an album in the midst

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Verse 3

By the time I hit 17, I was the coldest younger on the scene

With bars you never heard and flows you never seen

Before I come around it was 'cock it and shoot'

MC's being cocky and rude, then I moved to some deep concepts in my tunes

Monitor my brain waves, tell me if I'm crazed but I think the games changed

And MCs are opening doors in the same ways

As I did when I was a kid, I'm... radio waves

And now I'm paving the way for a fatal display

Might blaze in a haze till I'm dazed then wave a grenade in your face

17 with bars that I regulate and generate pace

I'm only scared of who my enemies face

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Verse 4

19: Showing strength in the booth

Now it's time to prove what Devlin can do

From the very first time I ever crept on a tune

I've immensely improved, the ascendance is due

Original spitter, not remnants of you

Swear I can see success in my view

Crazy what letters in a sentence can do

Cause my lyrics are the only thing sending me through

Kanye called me a gangster rapper; I'm not a gangster rapper

Devs, I just spit it real

You're an MC like C difficile

I look skinny cause I keep on missing meals

I'll get cold like you know how frigid feels

No children, sticking them rigid still

I guess my life's fucked up but I'm only nineteen and I've got a lot of living still

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