[Beat 1]

I think you forget that Jim’s been a threat and a vet

So long so where's the respect?

You ain't repped with DJ Slimzee on set

I ain't heard you on a tape or cassette

Cause weren't present when grime weren't pleasant

A game full of shottas and goons and peasants

Rascal run away with the scene

Man on par with the stickiest lemon

The mic in my hands like a stick to a felon

Letting off rhymes my mouth is my weapon

Blowing up south, Peckham to Streatham

Blowing up west from Acton to Shepherds

And my name spread north of course

Tottenham to Angel I rock the cradle

And I been running round east from day

Dagenham to Barking, Hackney to Cable Street

With a lyrically shot speed

Every man from a manor where the blocks deep

Where your block's like an episode of Dawson's Creek

Rest in peace to the Esco

Let's go, anyone who built this scene

I'm taking it back to an old school theme

I'm oceans deep and they flow too weak

Side with me and fly like a frisbee

Go against me and die like Da Vinci

I open the pages and write in the history

I'm right in the middle of my life it's a mystery

I wound up on an Island with Tinchy

A label Marley made famous

See a minor, that's why I'm major

Shut one eye then stare at my wallet

You still won't ever see half of my paper

Life's a ride how far it will take ya

Depends how far that you'll break ya

Back to make ya stack bigger than a freight container

More cash more money in the bank

Till I die and reside with the maker

I'll shoot for the hoop like I was a Laker

You said white boys can't jump you're a hater

I'll jump all over your boat race then shout later

I'm the administrator for pain inside of a chamber

Full of nightmares I don't fight fair

If I wanna find breh's I don’t use no satellite navigator

Cause the word on the street is that you're in town with your bird on the weekend

What's the odds that we just might meet then?

When I run up on you like an east end weed den

[Beat 2]

You show me the conditions, hear the terms of my recital

Murmur and I'll murder you so bring the German rifles

I'm rolling with the Kalashnikov I'm backing off my rivals

Call me (censored) I’ll kill you off like (censored)

And naa I ain't acting I'm as practically a spiteful

As going back in time to give the atom bomb to Guy Fawkes

Now I'm stuck and I’m waiting for a time warp

To once again return you can’t terminate a cyborg

I'm made of metal, I could break you all like ply board

Broke the ground level, now like Luke, I like to sky-walk

I'm a dying rebel like Gaddafi not compliable

I'll stab you with a paint brush, there's art in my survival

I'm like a cyclops with the all seeing eyeball

And all I see is weed to think it's time to build an ital

Burn you to degrees that your skeleton is frightful

After they discover you in my ash tray after nightfall

I kept it real but all they seem to want is fake

I should speak like a wanker and spit bars like Drake

Fishing hook aaahhh bait, I'll come to your estate

And slap your mates who insisted that you was great

And then I'll take your style and your charisma

Combine em with tobacco and ignite em in a Rizla

You left me in my lane we all tried to play the game

So now you need to ascertain that I could flip you like your sister

But no homo just poisoning the promo

Charlie ain't a sloth naa he's a yeti in a polo

And Devlin I'm a dragon reigning fire on your postcode

I hold gold so let me throw a blow and leave your nose broke

Like Britannia it's black and white like a panda

The devils levels higher looking down from my veranda

And so that you know what you hold is false hope

And false goals don't account for much when the truths told

Sorry for the flames I induce this is murder

Blame put the name on my crew this is murder

Jimmy I'm an Essex boy so you know it's murder

Greater London in between the city and suburbia

Hold tight Klash and Terra Firma, it's murder

D-E-V-L-I-N, yeah you know it's murder

Charlie Sloth the DJ that you all hearda' it’s murder

D-E-V-L-I-N, murder

[Beat 3]

It's OT crew in the house again

We been endowed with the strength of a thousand men

I live a long dream make a biro bleed

Turn a ball point into a fountain pen

When I spew red rivers I'm deading you

Getting you coming for your revenue too

You ain't never dwelt in the places I've been

I'm at home in the dark like Nosferatu

Or king Tut locked up in his tomb

For too many suns and too many moons

Whites and blacks who thrive to attack

Dagenham scums inside of the room

So there might quite be violence soon

Hear the sirens sound like Rascal and shoot

Then boot to the closest district tube

Big up Wiley he always knew

That I'd be a beast and a brute

And pollute the peace in the booth

Like pumping the sea fulla' crude oil

When I get deeper I’m rude

So the better I get you're all screwed

Am I a veteran? Yes you'll get moved

Weren't pulling your legs when I said I was a threat

I’m ill but will punch you out of ya shoes

English bomb with an Irish fuse

And there’s not long left till I detonate

Leave guys in a two and eight in a right old state

You better have your giro saved

I'm claiming anything I like ok

Cause I've found my groove and a ride

That keeps me amused this life is a game

I'm old school like fruit of the loom

But I come brand new so the youth can relate

And maybe try following the lead

My whole damn scene came outta the street

With young men letting off shots

And kids getting killed by the rocks like Apollo 18

I gotta swim through a sea fulla darkness

In a blackpool like Holloway's team

Forgive me if I take you for ransom

Naa I'm like Manson I got a regime

And I love bad vibes

In fact, I like it when everybody climbs on my back

When the knifes at the ready and they try to attack

But my names not Caesar–

And who gave yous the right to react?

To put your wife on her back like Caroline Flack

I ain't never been killed inside of the scene

Red rum backwards analyse that

Stun gun a pussy I paralyze cats

Don't sell drugs but I've got white raps

I'm a messed up geezer I just might snap

Not a wife beater but you might find me in Dags on a Friday

Bare knuckle fighting a slag and might have a fight with her dad

That's how it is cause my manors quite mad

And the spotlight coulda' never changed this man

God damn, that's who I am