Fire in the Booth Part 2

[Verse 1] Check, big up Danny Weed on this one Okay Yeah Bypass the white shark I'll bite you in half then snap on the life guarder's right arm I'm a psycho I smile and apply charm while I really feel like strikin' em by large If you never again appeared I don't think many would care but I'm a life form with my bars Not prison lyrics written touch wood I don't wanna jinx shit but I'm spitting and I'm trying hard To yet again affirm no fella in your firm couldn't better me I'll burn every body in the booth, anybody want a turn? I bet that you would But me, I don't endorse men from the hood, half as good I just laugh I'm [?] when I blast [?] 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 be familiarised, my name's Devs And I've been on my grind a long time In the fog, when I'm Phileas high I don't die like spirit inside 'cause every lyric I write has got infinity life I don't give a shit about their critical eyes It's take what I want now, criminal mind Baitface, I'mma take anything in my sight There's something in the rhythm and it's giving me life The resurrection of Christ? Not quite Freeze me till my race turns out bright Guess so 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 You can smile again this world is mine again No time to play the timing's 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 from U.K Trap 'em in a bando 'til they lose weight Force him to smoke what he sell everyday To people's children been led astray We pray upon the weak in this world for the need to excel So bun bein' weak I'm a beast you can tell I'm telling men I wanna [?] a girl Do a queef then smell when I read to myself in a region I dwell Dream to myself in the freedom I sell [?] 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 the charade for a state of calm Dedicate time to creative art Like Kurt Cobain when he played guitar I'll sing [psyching away] while I lay in the bath And just drift My thoughts are nomadic, I’m real uninhibited I flow like magic Between the heavenly dream and this challenge And this zone invisible that men can't savage Sabotage or blast and attack it Out of your reach Armstrong couldn't grab it Third eye's open like the doors on the carriage When the highway men ask what's yours let 'em have it [Verse 2] Check check check 1,2 Big up to Rookie Beats on the net man, big beats Listen Yeah, it's the Oh I'm a screw-up I think it's time I grew up 'Cause now I look so old that I could pass for 82 up And I ain't even 30 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, H.M.R.C 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 till I can see that Charlie's sweatin' It's like I'm cooking crack on camera in some grimey 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 find treasures Holy Grime was just some bread for all you blind beggars I highly reckon that tiny seconds are worth their weight in gold And once they've gone you won't get 'em just like the Phoenix feathers Count your blessings, 'fore they count you out Like a boxer that got dropped just like a fart inside your mouth You arse lickers, half spitters Thinkin' that you're hard hitters, biggest here period That's why they're wearing large knickers Love to Uncle, love to Char, love to Vic Love to Young Spray, E.G.A we made it through this shit Like Andy Dufresne, crawling through these sewer pipes Tryna find the bluer sky, Devlin is 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 they're legally Charlie Sloth invited me to try ignite the BBC There ain't to fighting me, no blighting me, no beating me I think these guys fancy me, that's why they always speak of me I set this fire in a booth part, 2 I thought I'd nice you with a new spark Got everybody like "that white man is too dark" You're bloody right, and this year's a new start I said, I set this fire in a booth part, 2 I thought I'd nice you with a new spark Got everybody like "that pale face is too dark" You're fucking right, and this year's a new start [Verse 3] We're gonna go again Check Big up PEZ OTB on this one Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Devlin, Charlie Sloth Listen It's your best MCs 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 everybody's gettin' bodied Arses ask me if I still feel relevant Relevant? What's relevant? Shottin' heroin? Murder? Lies? Cash over 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 a war It's all Towie and Geordie Shore, it's not cool to be thick Nor to be a Northern whore Adore and implore me I'm sure that I couldn't give a shit anymore You ain't even wanna spit on the floor When I'm finished, yeah bringing the raw Or shop round, there ain't none bigger in store I've been around, from the A.M. check my M.O Building blocks like Ed Sheeran with Lego Traipse in the field no life in the meadows Nighttime runnin' with the grimiest fellows I hear echos I feel as though I've lived 20 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 like mental Chat wet like Marti Pellow and what for That's why I'm on a level and the sun won't settle on my soul when I slip and I slide from the tour Problem child with a red bow-tie Givin' 'em what for, the pit with locked jaw, I clamp when I bite Givin' 'em lots more than gas when I write Lyrically top draw, dismantling mics Sound mechanic, dem man just sound mechanic I'll bring a wave that'll drown the planet When I'm playing with the flame and grab it Get burned in a state of panic I was made erratic, Private Pyle, full metal jacket Loopy and wild Charlie, stay in the booth for too long and you'll be grey like me It's the radiation of a nuclear star You'll see the file Anything I wanna do, choose to ‘n’ smile Casting a spell, it's the voodoo child Salem, I'm in a witch hunt no trial The only justice I know is poetical They don't wanna hype me? Go let em all, I'll get em all I'm highly incredible, I'm making a circle spherical More substance when I tell 'em all You wanna ride with Devs, you'll need a miracle Bun your life for bling, it's so unethical You know what? F 'em all I'll start my own terraform where some people were never born