[Intro]

Yeah

It's Dirty Devils

I had to come to come back, I love doing this

Big up Danny C, weed specialist

Big up Ratchet

It's OT recordings, big up Mikey

2006

(where's the levels?)

[Verse]

Olders just don't know what I do to the melody

Their flow's dead like bodies in a cemetery

I'm the main man in the legacy

Noone's standing ahead of me

And my thoughts are decisive

Yeah I roll up to your set uninvited

Whether you like it

If you don't see me as a threat in the long run

Then you're too short sighted

I read life like a psychic, nobody's sidekick

You can't place me in line with pensioners still rhyming

Over the hill and declining, this young gun is still rising

I'm surviving, thriving, living on whatever I'm finding it's frightening

And my content's tightening, yeah I'm deciding

To step the levels up when I'm rhyming

Bring your cavalry, you can't battle me

Blaze any man in your faculty happily

I'll leave dents in your strategy, you ain't got the energy

Go home, recharge your batteries

Just do what you have to, but recognise if you step to the mic

Then you're getting manhandled just like the feds when they catch you

So shit I should smack you

And you don't know how this white kid moves

Might see me with weed or slews, only spit with the people I choose

To confuse and bruise all other crews

And my flows change more than my moods

But my moods change every other second, due to the lemon

I bounce and spit venom

Who really reckons I'm out? I won't tell em

Wait till their record's around, I outsell em

Coz they're silly mans, moving kilograms

Till we roll up in the back of the minivan

Feds dressed in blue like Man City fans

Keep a low profile cos I'm trying to avoid the feds

Loitering around while I'm smoking heads

Die when it's time, no choice in death

There's no choice in death

There's no choice in death

Nah, we just go when the times right

Both feet out of the limelight then we look back on our lifetime

Yeah there's been low points, but there's been highlights

We all have bad times, living in mad times

Get 50 out of your HiFi, coz your bars ain't real

You been watching too many of them films on Sci-Fi

Said I was shit, now you heard me spit and wanna high five

Best know that I move in conjunction

With a team that's focused on one thing; money consumption

You can make your assumptions but the whole world's full of snakes and we're walking amongst em

Not our fault, I dont wanna end up in the Crown Court

Swear down, half of my town snort cocaine

Stab you in the side and take off your chain

Put the rocks on the spoon and light up the flame

Inhaling the pain, it's the same scenario again

It's gonna end up two ways, you OD'd or in chains

And you know these streets are too manic

Little children are getting robbed by addicts

I'll walk up to a fiend's stash then grab it

Walk up to a fiend's face then slash it

Cos revenge is a natural habit

They say that they're raw but they're actually faggots

Put your girl down son, you're practically married

Weak link in your team, had to be carried

I won't carry you, I'll just damage you

Spit bars on the track just to embarrass you

Come across me on the mic, you'll face death

Like skydiving without a parachute

And yeah ain't it convenient

That a country based on freedom's got us encaged on the roads, street dreaming

Sometimes I just keep screaming

And I'm biting my nails while I'm writing these tales

Close friends weighing up white on the scales

Sweeping the street of a night like an owl

Looking for a fiend with the Ps for a sale

Swear down, I'm gonna beat the depression

Pure aggression, I'll blaze any session

And times of the essence

But still I've gotta teach you a lesson

You don't know and you don't flow but you reckon you can beat me

I've never been merked so cheaply

Hungry, screaming out feed me

UK needs me

You can't leave me, I'm lapping you easy

Better by ten times

I'm gonna clamp down on these pricks like they're parking on red lines

Keep spitting them dead lines

And I'm stepping up levels mate, better luck next time

So quick, let me analyse spitters that don't move at all like they're paralyzed

Spit bars at 1000 degrees Fahrenheit

Can't stop till I've got papers in paradise