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