"Firein'" lyrics
Yeah
It's Dirty Devils
I had to come to come back, I love doing this
Big up Danny C, weed specialist
Big up Ratchet
It's OT recordings, big up Mikey
2006
(Where's the levels?)
Olders just don't know what I do to the melody
Their flow's dead like bodies in a cemetery
I'm the main man in the legacy
Noone's standing ahead of me
And my thoughts are decisive
Yeah I roll up to your set uninvited
Whether you like it
If you don't see me as a threat in the long run
Then you're too short sighted
I read life like a psychic, nobody's sidekick
You can't place me in line with pensioners still rhyming
Over the hill and declining, this young gun is still rising
I'm surviving, thriving, living on whatever I'm finding it's frightening
And my content's tightening, yeah I'm deciding
To step the levels up when I'm rhyming
Bring your cavalry, you can't battle me
Blaze any man in your faculty happily
I'll leave dents in your strategy, you ain't got the energy
Go home, recharge your batteries
Just do what you have to, but recognise if you step to the mic
Then you're getting manhandled just like the feds when they catch you
So shit I should smack you
And you don't know how this white kid moves
Might see me with weed or slews, only spit with the people I choose
To confuse and bruise all other crews
And my flows change more than my moods
But my moods change every other second, due to the lemon
I bounce and spit venom
Who really reckons I'm out? I won't tell em
Wait till their record's around, I outsell em
Cause they're silly mans, moving kilograms
Till we roll up in the back of the minivan
Feds dressed in blue like Man City fans
Keep a low profile cause I'm trying to avoid the feds
Loitering around while I'm smoking heads
Die when it's time, no choice in death
There's no choice in death
There's no choice in death
Nah, we just go when the times right
Both feet out of the limelight then we look back on our lifetime
Yeah there's been low points, but there's been highlights
We all have bad times, living in mad times
Get 50 out of your HiFi, cause your bars ain't real
You been watching too many of them films on Sci-Fi
Said I was shit, now you heard me spit and wanna high five
Best know that I move in conjunction
With a team that's focused on one thing; money consumption
You can make your assumptions but the whole world's full of snakes and we're walking amongst em
Not our fault, I don't wanna end up in the Crown Court
Swear down, half of my town snort cocaine
Stab you in the side and take off your chain
Put the rocks on the spoon and light up the flame
Inhaling the pain, it's the same scenario again
It's gonna end up two ways, you OD'd or in chains
And you know these streets are too manic
Little children are getting robbed by addicts
I'll walk up to a fiend's stash then grab it
Walk up to a fiend's face then slash it
Cause revenge is a natural habit
They say that they're raw but they're actually faggots
Put your girl down son, you're practically married
Weak link in your team, had to be carried
I won't carry you, I'll just damage you
Spit bars on the track just to embarrass you
Come across me on the mic, you'll face death
Like skydiving without a parachute
And yeah ain't it convenient
That a country based on freedom's got us encaged on the roads, street dreaming
Sometimes I just keep screaming
And I'm biting my nails while I'm writing these tales
Close friends weighing up white on the scales
Sweeping the street of a night like an owl
Looking for a fiend with the Ps for a sale
Swear down, I'm gonna beat the depression
Pure aggression, I'll blaze any session
And times of the essence
But still I've gotta teach you a lesson
You don't know and you don't flow but you reckon you can beat me
I've never been merked so cheaply
Hungry, screaming out feed me
UK needs me
You can't leave me, I'm lapping you easy
Better by ten times
I'm gonna clamp down on these pricks like they're parking on red lines
Keep spitting them dead lines
And I'm stepping up levels mate, better luck next time
So quick, let me analyse spitters that don't move at all like they're paralyzed
Spit bars at 1000 degrees Fahrenheit
Can't stop till I've got papers in paradise
It's Dirty Devils
I had to come to come back, I love doing this
Big up Danny C, weed specialist
Big up Ratchet
It's OT recordings, big up Mikey
2006
(Where's the levels?)
Olders just don't know what I do to the melody
Their flow's dead like bodies in a cemetery
I'm the main man in the legacy
Noone's standing ahead of me
And my thoughts are decisive
Yeah I roll up to your set uninvited
Whether you like it
If you don't see me as a threat in the long run
Then you're too short sighted
I read life like a psychic, nobody's sidekick
You can't place me in line with pensioners still rhyming
Over the hill and declining, this young gun is still rising
I'm surviving, thriving, living on whatever I'm finding it's frightening
And my content's tightening, yeah I'm deciding
To step the levels up when I'm rhyming
Bring your cavalry, you can't battle me
Blaze any man in your faculty happily
I'll leave dents in your strategy, you ain't got the energy
Go home, recharge your batteries
Just do what you have to, but recognise if you step to the mic
Then you're getting manhandled just like the feds when they catch you
So shit I should smack you
And you don't know how this white kid moves
Might see me with weed or slews, only spit with the people I choose
To confuse and bruise all other crews
And my flows change more than my moods
But my moods change every other second, due to the lemon
I bounce and spit venom
Who really reckons I'm out? I won't tell em
Wait till their record's around, I outsell em
Cause they're silly mans, moving kilograms
Till we roll up in the back of the minivan
Feds dressed in blue like Man City fans
Keep a low profile cause I'm trying to avoid the feds
Loitering around while I'm smoking heads
Die when it's time, no choice in death
There's no choice in death
There's no choice in death
Nah, we just go when the times right
Both feet out of the limelight then we look back on our lifetime
Yeah there's been low points, but there's been highlights
We all have bad times, living in mad times
Get 50 out of your HiFi, cause your bars ain't real
You been watching too many of them films on Sci-Fi
Said I was shit, now you heard me spit and wanna high five
Best know that I move in conjunction
With a team that's focused on one thing; money consumption
You can make your assumptions but the whole world's full of snakes and we're walking amongst em
Not our fault, I don't wanna end up in the Crown Court
Swear down, half of my town snort cocaine
Stab you in the side and take off your chain
Put the rocks on the spoon and light up the flame
Inhaling the pain, it's the same scenario again
It's gonna end up two ways, you OD'd or in chains
And you know these streets are too manic
Little children are getting robbed by addicts
I'll walk up to a fiend's stash then grab it
Walk up to a fiend's face then slash it
Cause revenge is a natural habit
They say that they're raw but they're actually faggots
Put your girl down son, you're practically married
Weak link in your team, had to be carried
I won't carry you, I'll just damage you
Spit bars on the track just to embarrass you
Come across me on the mic, you'll face death
Like skydiving without a parachute
And yeah ain't it convenient
That a country based on freedom's got us encaged on the roads, street dreaming
Sometimes I just keep screaming
And I'm biting my nails while I'm writing these tales
Close friends weighing up white on the scales
Sweeping the street of a night like an owl
Looking for a fiend with the Ps for a sale
Swear down, I'm gonna beat the depression
Pure aggression, I'll blaze any session
And times of the essence
But still I've gotta teach you a lesson
You don't know and you don't flow but you reckon you can beat me
I've never been merked so cheaply
Hungry, screaming out feed me
UK needs me
You can't leave me, I'm lapping you easy
Better by ten times
I'm gonna clamp down on these pricks like they're parking on red lines
Keep spitting them dead lines
And I'm stepping up levels mate, better luck next time
So quick, let me analyse spitters that don't move at all like they're paralyzed
Spit bars at 1000 degrees Fahrenheit
Can't stop till I've got papers in paradise
