Murder Music - Devlin

I ain’t Pats but this is mix tape murder

Put you on your back with one line just like three caps from the burner

Fold you in half, you were told to be calm

Now you’re locked in a boot and we’re rolling to Narm

And yes i’ll plant bombs in your boys car

Dogenham that’s where my boys are, somewhere you wanna avoid star

Stay far away, for some little terror puts a blade in your face

Better know this ain’t play time and that I spray wines

Every time they try to go one better

Roll on a breddar in a shop with a Bereta

Take cheddar then be gone forever

It’s Murder Music, OutTake and the Movement we further music

And furthermore I know they heard before

And now I’m eating they can’t stop serving war

I’ve got a lion on my shirt like say I’m in the Premier League

I’m too fast leaving beats in the murder scene

Forget the outline, i’ll lay your blueprint

Me and Devz headline new shit

Fuck the air-con, I’m clear gone

Sit in your chair then putting me in any riddim and I’m ready to kill 'em

I bring fire in the rain, disappear on the roof top

Tales From The Crypt, tell your shop get a re-stock

Who’s hot, skip on a beat, take my advise

I ain’t visiting, done with the small time

Pivoting, fidgeting, allow downloads

And I’m gone where the sound goes

This ain’t battle rap, you better know that I got punchlines to shut up that

little trap

I’m on a workout live in the dojo, I’ll knock Suke out with the mojo

I’m coming, i’ve got these little mugs up and running

And I’ll Stone Cold stun him, if he wants to come gunning

It’s straight thugging, there’s no loving

You’re bait bluffing, you know nothing

Too much brown in them zutes that you’re puffing

You ain’t on swinging, no you’re on chopping it up and straight chilling

Firstly, I’m bringing all of flows that I’m spitting

And I’m killing MC’s that are willing to be killed

Life goes on, if I never get a deal

I’ll keep it real, do it by myself still

And fuck what anybody else feels, I’m well prepared

You ain’t the boy with the fire, man you’re lacking the flare

If I see you in the manor watch your back and beware

I don’t care I’m attacking him hear

And we’ve all learnt the hard way that life ain''t fare

So we’ve all got shanks in our balls here

Yo, yo I set alight quicker than petrol

The chef in the kitchen with the credentials

Whats on the menu?

1, 2 or 3 course

I’m a crown knight saddle up on my horse

Power the worst thing, those prisoners all act like it’s dooms day

And the sky’s full of dark clouds

Resurrection, my goals perfection

This ain’t Pan, the stars lined up and it changed right

Gimme a round of applause

If the door closed, i’ma break through it

Like Nike, I’ma Just Do It

I won’t think, put a whole in your ship and you’ll sink

This ain’t Baywatch, I stay cotch

Man I’m on beat 'til my days stop

Forget second time round, I’m on today’s bop

Metaphor man with the CD out in South soon, that’s a straight cop