Marching Through the Fog

[Verse 1: Devlin]

I'll still get the bars in, Devlin I'm marching

Like a soldier serving in Iraq is, now watch me eliminate targets

You should have known to anticipate carnage

Your attitude stinks like an arm pit

I've got bars harder then Arnold’s arm is

And no man has got rid of me yet

So I'd say I'm here to stay like a scar is

I ain't immigrating I'm lying and waiting

And debating, just what I'm going to be taking, I ain't faking

So don't be mistaken, like I've gone soft for the ratings

I'll take you up to the top of the dirtiest, derelict block and then throw you over the railings

And the only motive was hatred

[Hook]

Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he's bad

Nah he thinks he's at the top

All your bullshit makes me mad, but the drama don't stop

So alarms are ringing off, cus with the bars I'm still allot

I've been as dark as dark has got

And now I'm marching through the fog

[Verse 2]

Tarantula, creep all over the beat

Gargantuan and get under my feet I'll stamp on ya

I won't ramp on ya

The games like a letter and I just took my stamp on her

And if dinner ain't served then I'll back 9 Stella's and stamp on her

And sip on a can while I'm drowning her

While I'm pinning her down as I strangle her

I'm the murkiest white man handler

Till this very day been around here

If I was plotting then I wernt like the sound of ya

You get naughty I get a bit rowdier

Still you won't let them throw back a pound at ya

Don't place me in a box, you cocks

If there's one thing I'm not it's fucking rectangular

[Hook]

Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he's bad

Nah he thinks he's at the top

All your bullshit makes me mad, but the drama don't stop

So alarms are ringing off, ‘cause with the bars I'm still a lot

I've been as dark as dark has got

And now I'm marching through the fog

I'm marching through the fog, it's dark and I've been lost

But with the bars I'm still the boss

And now I'm back where I belong, [repeat]

[Verse 3]

Devlin I'm back and I'm harder then nails

I was raised in a place, so foul

With my mates in my pals house wetting up papes on the scales

But now I shoot bars from the mouth

Keep marching them in or keep marching them out

I'll barge you around like a bully in a playground

If you ain't ready for the regime stay down

I'm going hard for the whole U.K. now

I'm harder then granite large, I'm Titanic

In fact make your faculty panic, like a madman acting erratic

With bombs in the basement and straps in the attic

A confrontation would have to be tragic

Like the coppers, when he met Harry Roberts, let him have it

[Hook]

Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he's bad

Nah he thinks he's at the top

All your bullshit makes me mad, but the drama don't stop

So alarms are ringing off, cus with the bars I'm still allot

I've been as dark as dark has got

And now I'm marching through the fog