[Verse 1: Devlin]
Alright they wanna'
Test the team it's Devz and G, running up on sets and squeeze
Rest in peace to the best of G's, testing me
Can't stop what I'm destined to be
I will decimate teams, I'm a threat to the scene
Yeah that's right I'm telling you the scene's been threatened
And I didn't use my fist or a weapon
All I need is about 30 seconds and I'll teach you a worthy lesson
Don't fuck with Devz in a session, nothing but bars and aggression
From day 1 I've been destined to blow
Cause they all watch Devz like women in the high street
Looking at clothes through the shop windows
Because they all know that the lyrics that I've written are so deep
Composed in such a sick flow that I'll bury any MC on a radio or stage show
I'm from Dagenham
Shitty old streets full of vagabonds
Quick let me switch lanes like Mika Häkkinen
Took the scene and I won't give it back to 'em
It's mine to keep another sight to speak
I'm spitting fire every time that I ride the beat
I'm in the pub doing like 90 pints a week
And in a week, smoke more than 50 spliffs
And still spit with a nifty gift, I smoke citrus mist
Know what history is, some distant kids surrounded by risky shit
I smoke a spliff that's big then I'm feeling on top of the world like Bobby Moore in '66
So they better have their seatbelts fastened
Get ready for drama; guns, drugs and arson
Dagenham to Barking, there is no margins
Rep' England more than a Scot wears Tartan
Alright they wanna'
Test the team it's Devz and G, running up on sets and squeeze
Rest in peace to the best of G's, testing me
Can't stop what I'm destined to be
I will decimate teams, I'm a threat to the scene
Yeah that's right I'm telling you the scene's been threatened
And I didn't use my fist or a weapon
All I need is about 30 seconds and I'll teach you a worthy lesson
Don't fuck with Devz in a session, nothing but bars and aggression
From day 1 I've been destined to blow
Cause they all watch Devz like women in the high street
Looking at clothes through the shop windows
Because they all know that the lyrics that I've written are so deep
Composed in such a sick flow that I'll bury any MC on a radio or stage show
I'm from Dagenham
Shitty old streets full of vagabonds
Quick let me switch lanes like Mika Häkkinen
Took the scene and I won't give it back to 'em
It's mine to keep another sight to speak
I'm spitting fire every time that I ride the beat
I'm in the pub doing like 90 pints a week
And in a week, smoke more than 50 spliffs
And still spit with a nifty gift, I smoke citrus mist
Know what history is, some distant kids surrounded by risky shit
I smoke a spliff that's big then I'm feeling on top of the world like Bobby Moore in '66
So they better have their seatbelts fastened
Get ready for drama; guns, drugs and arson
Dagenham to Barking, there is no margins
Rep' England more than a Scot wears Tartan
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