Shot Music

[Chorus: Devlin] We shot music Call it murder on the dance floor And we got more bars than Wandsworth and Dartmoor And when they ask us if we're signed we just laugh more There's no tricks, what you get is what you ask for We shot music Call it murder on the dance floor And we got more bars than Wandsworth and Dartmoor And when they ask us if we're signed we just laugh more There's no tricks, what you get is what you ask for [Verse 1: Devlin] If you wanna play just roll the dice Frozen I'm as cold as ice I'll curse your life Just like the cast that filmed the poltergeist And call me arrogant cos I only follow my own advice Voices in my cranium have kept me company through these lonely times I see a load of guys that are posing like the soldier type, a load of hype Devs I'm like intense interrogation cos I expose the lies Like you've been on road at night In fear of your safety with the kitchen knife as you hold it tight Call me hot property, I'm like a house on fire I set these roads alight Honestly, and if we're talking metaphorically These MCs are like slim blues I use, now watch me fucking cut you's down to size My rhymes are constricting like tights are on a fat girls thighs I'm on this dirty vibe I'll snap your spinal cord and severe every nerve inside It's simpler than nursery rhymes I'm certified, so shut your mouth and close your eyes To heighten your hearing and appreciate these flows and rhymes [Chorus: Devlin] We shot music Call it murder on the dance floor And we got more bars than Wandsworth and Dartmoor And when they ask us if we're signed we just laugh more There's no tricks, what you get is what you ask for We shot music Call it murder on the dance floor And we got more bars than Wandsworth and Dartmoor And when they ask us if we're signed we just laugh more There's no tricks, what you get is what you ask for [Verse 2: Giggs] Yeah uhhhh Listen My brains too quick you can't control my life I'm like a bolt of light I switched it to the rap scene from a bulk of light Me and Devs don't give a fuck, were both alike Rolled up on the industry like a motorbike Let's take it back to the O's of white Me and Foss in the trap on a vulgar night That's why I write the same shit down that Hova writes Now all my hot 16 bars are overpriced Yeah it's been hard for him He made the last draw they thought that'd be the last of him I have to laugh cos look how I switched the path on him I've been doing this from day you can ask Colin Little brother Clark I'll go hard for him I'll grab a Strally and a mask for him To light up a snake waiting in the grass for him That's why I shot music im tryna chart for him [Chorus: Devlin] We shot music Call it murder on the dance floor And we got more bars than Wandsworth and Dartmoor And when they ask us if we're signed we just laugh more There's no tricks, what you get is what you ask for We shot music Call it murder on the dance floor And we got more bars than Wandsworth and Dartmoor And when they ask us if we're signed we just laugh more There's no tricks, what you get is what you ask for [Verse 3: Devlin] Devlin, my flow bounces back and forth Like tennis balls in centre court at Wimbledon when the summer falls And I don't need physical strengths to help me bend the rules So call me Chuck Conner's son cos I take you out with Delta Force And I'm like blasting at a vinyl, Devs I shot music You couldn't strip me of my title, nah I'm still cruising Just like the Titanic's ghost I'll leave you fried like French toast Set alight, tied to a post and left to choke on your own smoke I'm changing letters into figures so call me algebra And my lyrics are acidic just like the rain, sleet and hail across the city that's falling down on ya That peasant land for land of a The metaphor man-handler This shit I say will take your breath away just like the fucking Boston strangler I'm rowdier, making sure my attacks are multi-angular To invade the space surrounding ya A million oceans deep and now I'm drowning ya My cards are on the table like a gambler [Chorus: Devlin] We shot music Call it murder on the dance floor And we got more bars than Wandsworth and Dartmoor And when they ask us if we're signed we just laugh more There's no tricks, what you get is what you ask for We shot music Call it murder on the dance floor And we got more bars than Wandsworth and Dartmoor And when they ask us if we're signed we just laugh more There's no tricks, what you get is what you ask for