Fire In The Booth 2

(You know what time it is when you hear this right) Check, big up Danny Weed on this one (Ay!) Okay (Let's get 'em Dev') [Verse 1] Yeah, [?] past the white shark I'll bite you in half then snap on a lifeguarder's right arm I'm a psycho, I smile and apply charm I already feel like striking [?] If you never again appeared, I don't think many would care but on my life, I'm on my bars Not prison lyrics written, touch wood, I don't wanna jinx shit when I'm spitting and I'm trying hard [?] firm, no fella on your firm gonna better me or burn Everybody in the booth, anybody wanna turn? I bet that you would Donny I don't endorse men from the hood Half as good, I just laugh at [?] when I blast the [?] 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 been familiarised My name's Devs and I've been on my grind a long time In the fog when I'm Phileas lie I don't die like spirit inside 'Cause every lyric I write has got infinity life I don't give a shit about the critical eyes It's take what I want now, criminal mind Bait face, I'ma take anything in my sight There's something in the riddim and it's giving me life The ressurection of Christ, not quite Freeze me 'til my race turns out bright Guess that 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 I can smile again, this world is mine again No time to play, the time is 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, I'm U.K Trap 'em in a Bando 'til he lose weight Forcing the smoke what they sell every day To people's children been led astray We pray up on the weak in this world For the need to excel So bun being weak, I'm a beast, you can tell I'm telling men that wanna finger a girl, do a queef then smell When I read to myself, on the region I dwell Dream to myself, [?] 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 this charade for a state of calm Dedicate time to creative art Like Kurt Cobain when he played guitar [?] bath and just drift My thoughts are [?] But [?] inhabited, I float like magic Between this heavenly dream and this challenge And as long as I'm visible, them man can't savage Sabotage or blast and attack it Out of your reach, Armstrong couldn't grab it Third eye's open like doors on a carriage When the highway man wants your's, let 'em have it (Ayy, ho ho ho ho, Devlin's back in the building) Fire In The Booth Part 2 (Jeez, ho ho, wow, wow, you are an absolute savage) You've gotta stop smoking (Haha, man like Devlin, I feel-I feel like I should stop you there and be like 'Na, no more man, that's enough, pack it in now') Haha, there's more, there's more, there's more ('Pack it in', problem, I've missed you you know Dev, I've missed you mate) Blessings man, much love brother, thank you for having me Check, check, check, 1, 2 (Let's get 'em again Dev) Big up Chuki Beats on the net man, big beats Listen [Verse 2] Yeah, it's the [?] we screw up I think it's time I grew up 'Cause now I look so old that I could pass for eighty-two up And I ain't even thirty 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 'til I can see that Charlie's sweating It's like I'm cooking crack on camera in some grimy 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 fine treasures Holy Grime was just some bread for all you plying beggars I highly reckon that tiny seconds Are worth the wait in gold and once they've gone, you won't get 'em just like the Phoenix feathers Count your blessings before they count you out Like a boxer that got dropped just like a fart inside your mouth You asslickers half-spitters Thinking that you hard-hitters Biggest ear period, that's why they're wearing large knickers Love to Uncle, love to Char and 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, it's 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 that legally Charlie Sloth invited me to try ignite the BBC There ain't no fighting me, no blighting me, no beating me I think these guys fancy me, that's why they always speak of me I said it's Fire In The Booth Part 2, I thought I'd nice you with a new spark Got everybody like 'That white man is too dark' You bloody right and this year's a new start I said-I said it's Fire In The Booth Part 2, I thought I'd nice you with a new spark Got everybody like 'That pale face is too dark' You fucking right and this year's a new start (Ayy, I wanted to pull that up about twenty times there but you know what, every time I pull it up, people get mad at me you know. It's like people have been reading that newspaper like [?], it's mad. Bro, you...) Much love brother, much love (You know what, like for me-like for me honestly as a fan, to have you come in and raise the bar again in the booth) Much respect bruv, safe (Like, last year was a strong year, last year was a real strong year, there were so many Fire In The Booths that were just potent last year. And do you know I'm always sitting there like 'Oof, is anyone even gonna raise the bar again? I mean the bar's up there! You've gotta be tall to jump up and catch it) Said that's a-that's a compliment man, thank you very much (Bruv, bruv, we ain't even finished yet) We're gonna go again (Oh) Check, big up PEZ O.T.B on this one Yeah, yeah, yeah Devlin, Charlie Sloth (Let's get 'em, shut it down Devlin, shut it down bro) Listen (More history in the making, let's get 'em) [Verse 3] It's your best MC's 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 bits tryna grind for a bobby Now I'm on the mic, everyone is getting bodied Askers ask me if I still feel relevant Relevant? What's relevant? Shotting heroin? Murder? Lies? Cash or rob 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 the war It's all TOWIE and Geordie Shore It's not cool to be thick, nor to be a Northern whore (Slice of history for you, ay) Big up everyone that's supported all the singles, Devil In, we're rolling Much love everybody, hold tight my Daggers every time [Verse 3] It's your best MC's 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 bits tryna grind for a bobby Now I'm on the mic, everyone is getting bodied Askers ask me if I still feel relevant Relevant? What's relevant? Shotting heroin? Murder? Lies? Cash or rob 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 the war It's all TOWIE and Geordie Shore It's not cool to be thick, nor to be a Northern whore [?] couldn't give a shit anymore You won't even wanna spit on the floor When I'm finished here, bringing the raw Shop round, there ain't no bigger in store I've been around from the AM, check my MO Building blocks like Ed Sheeran with Lego [?] in the field, no life in the meadows Night time running with the grimiest fellows I hear echoes I feel as though I lived twenty 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 men all chat wet like Marti Pellow and what for? That's why I'm on a level when the sun won't settle on my soul when I slip and I slide from the tour Problem child with a red bow tie, giving them what for The pit with locked jaw, I clamp when I bite Giving them lots more then gassed when I write Lyrically top-drawer, dismantling mics Sound mechanic, them man just sound mechanic I'll bring a wave that will drown the planet Wanna play with the flame, then grab it Get burnt in a state of panic I was made erratic [?] Charlie stay in the booth for too long and you'll be grey like me It's the radiation of a nuclear style You'll see the file Anything I wanna when I choose to [?] Casting a spell, it's the voodoo child [?] I'm in a witch hunt, no trial