1989

Verse 1

I remember when I was twelve years old

No worries in my brain with a pound in my pocket

And a chest full of smoke

I remember all the chordies we drove

We used to play football all day and use jumpers for goalposts

And throw egg yolks at windows to wind up the old folks

Started learning about the birds and the bees

So there's birds from my class on their knees behind trees

My favourite MC was Sharkey Major

Way before I hit 1003, Temptation, Kiss 100, or Flava

Get off from school and tape Nasty ‘n’ Deja

92.3 but let's skip forward in time

Seven years down the line and it seems the spotlights on me

Sometimes I still wish that I was still twelve or thirteen

Chorus

Life can pass you buy, just watch how fast it flies

1989's when I started mine, now I'm like 'what happened to the time?

Life can pass you buy, just watch how fast it flies

1989's when I started mine, now I'm like 'what happened to the time?

Verse 2

15: Bag of weed, bag of beers in the park

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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