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Off With Their Heads (feat. Wretch 32)

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2016-12-23

  Devlin, yeah

  Wretch 32 in the building

  Let's take it back there, time to go in

  Tell 'em Wretch, tell 'em Wretch

  I'm on some off with your head shit

  I keep firing, I'm not The Apprentice

  Devs told me to go in, ah yeah

  So I wrap blocked all the exits

  Yes I'll be here forever

  The chair's so far I'll leave here in leather

  So dark, so cold

  With a couple girls sitting on my lap

  I'm never gonna say I'm back

  I'm a little too in love with plaques

  I moved in to the hall of fame

  So I wipe my feet on tracks

  I'ma kill it, I'm a killer

  See me with one glove, it's a Thriller

  I already had a number one for my dinner

  Me and Devs go in there, inner

  And we're out of here, I doubt you're near

  I've already been a thousand 'ere

  But if you live for the money, then you die for the money

  So I ain't even trying to count it, I swear

  And if you don't think I'm f**ked

  Middle finger up

  F**k me, f**k you

  I'll make you feel small when I big you up

  Up, up and away, I can't see ya

  On my own scale, I'm a Libra

  Told 'em leave me alone, I wanna leave, uh

  Had to give 'em so dough to get a pizza

  Every day I have to take away

  Tomorrow won't be the same today

  I don't score when I'm at home

  I strike more when I play away

  Shut down the asylum

  Before I creep through the exit, find it

  Jump any fence inside then drag a man

  Out of a car that he just was driving

  And then put the pedal to the floor

  I'm back and I'm ready for the war like a Viking

  I ain't gotta tell 'em any more, me and Wretch

  Already killed this UK Grime thing

  And there's not a lot left that could swing with shit

  And the doctor of death flying

  Wretch 32 said it's off with his head

  Got cold feet then it's frost on your creps

  Never mind where you're walking, watch where you step

  Mind what you're talking, I might dissect

  Any guy trying a bullshit vibe on a sec

  Can't f**k with me like my wife on the reds

  Too unorthodox to let it go

  So I let 'em know that I'm pro, but my name ain't Stephen

  Soul seems to be involved

  I'm burying men six deep in a hole, no reason

  You're getting buried alive, I'm tryina better my life

  While some men are cutting up suits

  With scissors and severing ties

  I let 'em know that it's Devlin's time

  No disputing I shift to the move

  This game from the days of The Movement

  Using the only utensil I knew to

  Now I need loot, this a like to my figures on YouTube

  Retreat or advance then, you choose

  At the present I'm king like Presley

  Test me, then I'm running out full of anger

  And envy and stamping you out in my blue shoes

  Ride a beat like a Traktor, ey

  But I ain't getting on a train, 'ey

  Everybody wants to act up, yeah

  'Til you put 'em in the frame

  And I ain't got time for shit, patience's thinner than my toilet roll

  I'm a fixed up brother from a broken home

  I remember I used to watch Home Alone

  Now I'm home alone in my owner home

  This millennium, got a loada dome

  Rome then roam

  Came home smelling like hot Cologne

  Had a success overdose, woah

  You see my roll-on flow

  And I'm so sure that I can't be old

  Yet all my heels I carry on toe to toe

  When we take this game now, so cologne

  You couldn't play my post

  I'm an old soul like an ancient ghost

  That created his name in the game and he

  Took shit to another level on the whole

  I can't really explain my brain

  But if you peeked inside of my skull

  You'd see shit so deep in my rear

  Eye low deep, know why I feel this cold

  And I feel like the caped crusader

  Here on the brink of a dangerous caper

  I'm always collected and calm in battle

  Can't be rattled, go sample a shaker

  OT, I'm an out taker

  I'm taking out any men that are minor

  And think that they're major, there's a devil and a

  Wretch that just broke out of the chamber

  Yes, now I'm going for the hat-trick

  One singer, one model, one actress

  But I might disappear if you're acting

  Or singing me a new tune on a mad pitch

  Back to my rap shit

  I'ma go hard this year

  Can't be looking at the past this year

  That won't help me get past this year

  In an extra zone next to tracks

  Multiple hits but with extra swag

  I've divided my time

  Royalties won't forget to add

  And I ain't adding nobody on my BB

  IPhone when I want you to see me

  I plane, You tube

  See me on Wretch32 TV

  I'm getting flashbacks from the past

  Head full of hate and a mouth full of bars

  Me and Wretch just stretched this game to a next span

  Taking the extra yard

  We're going extra hard, no I can not be barred

  Say what you want, but you couldn't keep Devs out

  Anyways, I've already broke through the fence now

  And I'm quite relentless when I vex out

  Everybody wants to the the best out

  But he gets stripped like a bitch when I dress down

  Think you're a face round 'ere?

  Get left lying face down in a next town

  Pull strings like Robbie Lamont

  On the beat and I'm dropping the bomb

  I'll make you all feel sick like Sue Bo dropping her thong

  This ain't Sumo but I'm too big and too strong

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