Shot City Freestyle - Devlin

Shot City, D-V-Z, OutTakers

Big up Shotter

I’m the grimiest spitter than you’ve ever seen

Flourishing whatever the season so say that i’m forever green

OT, a heavy team and the Movement too stay the better than who’s the crew

We can arrange a date, I kill your whole career in one statement

Arrange your fate, I raise the stakes

And blaze the papes so play your place

Break in your place and I’ll take your weight and (??)

Won’t hear me chatting shit i’m on straight lyricism, my bars are destructive

So I don’t care how long you’ve been here and what you’ve accomplished

You look lost like you’re in the woods with no pumpers hunting

Prey I don’t bury ya, now you’re the prey i’m the predator

You can spit whatever you want i’ll still bury ya

See me on my hustle on the courts all day like Federa

Wanna say that your an opponent then know that you leave doors open

For Devilz to murk you, i’m Destiny’s Child but not Kelly Rowland

Everything i’m selling is stolen

And nower days, MC’s chat so much shit that I think silence is golden

Apart from when Devilz is spitting, i’m gripping the mic in a tight lock til

their submitting

Here I’m hitting the nail on the head, can’t run like you got let down by your

legs

Everyday there’s a thousand arrests

Your man hung around with the feds and tell them when a shotter invents

But i’d never spit information, no matter the situation

You and the feds have got a friendship like me and the mic

I check my boys on road while you’re chilling at the station

Me and Shotz, some grimey individuals

Smooth criminals when I’m spitting out the lyricals

I bring my bars to life so you can touch them in the visible

And realise that life full of ridicule

Me and Shotz on the cold blocks

So what if he shot rocks

Spit fire like a bullet when the Glock pops

I won’t stop til the day I pull up in a drop top

With a couple of the lads and a couple of zutes, a couple of slags

More than a couple of grand in black bags

I’m talking major figures, if you form an orderly line and keep them coming

And one by one I will happily keep on blazing spitters

This ain’t a test of me, when my backs on the wall you’ll see the best of me

Making heads turn like the century