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I'll still get the bars in, |
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Devlin, I'm marchin' |
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Like a soldier serving in |
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Iraq isNow watch me eliminate targets |
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You should have known to anticipate carnage |
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Your attitude sticks like an arm pit |
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I've got bars harder then |
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Arnolds arm is |
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And no man has gone red at me yet |
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So I'd say |
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I'm here to stay like a scar is |
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I ain't immigrating, |
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I'm lieing |
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And waiting and debating |
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Just what |
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I'm going to be taking |
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I ain't faking, so don't be mistaken |
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Like I've gone soft for the ratings |
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I'll take you up to the top |
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Of the dirtiest derelict block |
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And then throw you over the railings |
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And the only motive was hatred |
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Has Devlin gone soft |
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Does Devlin think he's bad |
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Nah, he thinks he's at the top |
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All your bullshit makes me mad |
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But the drama don't stop |
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So alarms are ringing off' |
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Cause with the bars |
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I'm still a lot |
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I've been as dark as dark has got |
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And now I'm marching through the fog |
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Tarantula, creep all over the beat |
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Gargantuan and get under my feet |
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I'll stamp on ya, |
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I won't ramp on ya |
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The games like a letter |
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And I just took my stamp honor |
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And if dinner ain't served |
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Then I'll back 9 stella's and stamp on her |
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And sip on a can while |
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I'm drowning her |
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While I'm pinning her down as |
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I strangle her |
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I'm the murkiest white man handler |
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Till this very day been around here |
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If I was plotting then |
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I weren't like the sound of ya |
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You get naughty |
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I get a bit rowdier |
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Still you won't let them throw back a pound at ya |
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Don't place me in a box you cocks |
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If there's one thing |
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I'm not it's fucking rectangular |
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Has Devlin gone soft |
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Does Devlin think he's bad |
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Nah, he thinks he's at the top |
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All your bullshit makes me mad |
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But the drama don't stop |
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So alarms are ringing off' |
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Cause with the bars |
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I'm still a lot |
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I've been as dark as dark has got |
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And now I'm marching through the fog |
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I'm marching through the fog |
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It's dark and |
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I've been lost |
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But with the bars |
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I'm still the boss |
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And now I'm back where |
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I belongI'm marching through the fog |
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It's dark and |
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I've been lost |
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But with the bars |
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I'm still the boss |
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Keep on marching through the fog |
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Devlin, I'm back and |
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I'm harder then nails |
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I was raised in a place, so foul |
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With my mates in my pals house |
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Wetting up papers on the scales |
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But now I shoot bars from the mouth |
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Keep marching them in or keep marching them out |
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I'll barge you around like a bully in a playground |
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If you ain't ready for the regime stay down |
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I'm going hard for the whole |
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UK nowI'm harder then granite large |
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I'm titanic |
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In-fact make your faculty panic |
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Like a madman acting erratic |
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With bombs in the basement and straps in the attic |
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A confrontation would have to be tragic |
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Like the coppers, when he met |
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Harry Roberts |
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Let him have it |
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Has Devlin gone soft |
|
Does Devlin think he's bad |
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Nah, he thinks he's at the top |
|
All your bullshit makes me mad |
|
But the drama don't stop |
|
So alarms are ringing off' |
|
Cause with the bars |
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I'm still a lot |
|
I've been as dark as dark has got |
|
And now I'm marching through the fog |
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I'm marching through the fog |
|
It's dark and |
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I've been lost |
|
But with the bars |
|
I'm still the boss |
|
And now I'm back where |
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I belongI'm marching through the fog |
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It's dark and |
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I've been lost |
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But with the bars |
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I'm still the boss |
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Keep on marching through the fog |
