Heat Up

[Verse 1]

When I come through they're sweating, like Lee Evans

And when I drop bars yeah the question beckons

Am I coming for that number one slot or will I come second

Of course I won't my styles lethal, just like weapons

I know what I know, don't care what you reckon

I want more dough than David Beckham

My boys blaze zoots and beers we neck 'em off

So you can suck out cause I spit bars on the mic then I duck out

And if I'm in the place then get the fuck out

You come across me blood your lucks out, yeah

And no I'm just not giving up, nar I don't give a fuck

Yeah I'm gonna live it up

So bring your boys an ill hit 'em up

Now pass me the mic, let me rip it up yeah

And you can't get drastic, everybody knows that your fake and your plastic

So please don't come with that wack shit

Sound boy I think you need a new tactic

I'm Devlin yeah I smash it, you'll be getting dashed in the back of the Transit

Cause I've had enough of your antics

Your not a war boy, nar you're a prang bitch

And you don't bang clips, your gay now you don't bang chicks

OK now were gonna make chips

I've had enough of these little fake pricks yeah

And were lunatics, so bring your boys and we'll slew the pricks

Got more style than Ludacris

I'll merk your crew, I'm not new to this

Spray like a Magnum, the worlds deadliest handgun

I've been around son

I'm the quiet type, I'm not a loud one

But if I feel blows, I'm a loud one

And I spray like a mac, fast repeating and black

Automatic and that

I'll make your body movement, erratic and that

I'm more ill than an asthmatic on crack

And I shoot like a shotty, spit bars to your body

Blood I'm not shoddy, my styles fat like Blobby

I'll leave your body curled up in the lobby

Believe that's my hobby

Shoot like a tech, war man will blaze in the neck

We bun them hot bars to the neck

Shoot like a tech, war man will blaze in the neck

We bun them hot bars to the neck yeah

You can't play the hero

This is Cape Fear and yeah I'm De Niro

You must have wax in your ear hole

Told you not to spray with this weirdo

I'm weird because I spit the real shit, stuff you can feel shit

Not about the steal clips

Who says crime never pays, crime kings bling with rings round my ways

What they know about all night parties?

Blazing green at 7 in the morning

With hardly no snout in the zoot

And smoking kills but fuck the warning

Waking up at 8 pm, getting ready then doing it again

Drinking bears, blazing peng

Skanking out till 10 am

[Verse 2]

Bring your boys I'm having 'em hung

Devlin yeah I'm that Dagenham scum

See me and Fats there blazing the zoots

With Joe French and the rest of the crew

The smoke goes through the stairs in the tower

Willsey has to reload every hour

Dagenham streets, cold and sour

If the girls butters don't allow her, nar

Just draw that protection, roll that shit back down you erection

And your girls not Terry, she's ours

And sound boy, your not having one segment

On this microphone I sense tension

Your styles long like your girls extensions

So here's a suggestion, shut your boat 'less I ask you a question

I've got more than the tools of the trade

And I want rings with jewels and just bade

And I wanna go Spain, in the pool with the babes

Sip drinks in the cool and the shade

So I'm gonna start schooling their face

Let 'em know that its wrong to be fooling your mates

I don't care if you rule in your gates

Cuz i'll smash a tool in your face

And sound boy your small in this race

Your just a beginner, blood I'm a winner

And I'm hungry for papes

Want them for breakfast, brunch, lunch and dinner

And I'm a joker, like Frank Skinner

But if I switch then i'll turn to a killer

I'm Devastate boy, iller for realer

I'm the white beast, i'll be no gorilla

They say I ain't got what it takes

But I spit real though not like the fakes

I'm on plot not leaving a trace

I spit hot, bring heat in the place

Yeah I'm young and I've made some mistakes

But I guess its all trial and error

I'm Devastation, now is my era

So I'm gonna open my file of terror

Now its gonna rain ash from the heavens

Face kicked back while I start the massacre

In the driving seat I'm no passenger

Confidential like Kim Basinger

Yeah and i'll be merk and harrasing ya

Cause you ain't ready for my minions

Low the short change, gonna make the millions

Low the millions, after the trillions

No I didn't have a good home life

Concentrating on me, take a look at your own life

I've gotta flow right

Devastate white boy, I'm my own type

Yeah believe that I'm my own fucking person

MC's I will merk em

It's my time, best role back the curtain

You can tell your boys that ill burn 'em

I'll put a hammer in their sternum

And these swag might men

I've gotta teach and learn 'em

And if you want war, ill merk your crew

Like England merked the Germans

Yeah and you can tell your boys

I'll kidnap, pimp and sell your boys

Cuz you ain't nothing but fakes and snakes

See you on the road, won't give I just take