Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marching Through The Fog, artist - Devlin. Album song bud, sweat & beers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Universal-Island
Song language: English
Marching Through The Fog |
I’ll still get the bars in, |
Devlin I’m marchin, like a soldier serving in iraq |
is, now watch me eliminate targets, |
you should have known to anticipate carnage, |
your attitude sticks like an arm pit, |
I’ve got bars harder then Arnolds arm is, |
and no man has gone red at me yet, |
so I’d say I’m here to stay like a scar is, |
I ain’t immigrating I’m lieing and waiting, |
and debating, just what I’m going to be taking, |
I ain’t faking, so don’t be mistaken, |
like I’ve gone soft for the ratings, |
I’ll take you up to the top of the dirtiest derelict |
block and then throw you over the railings, and the only motive was hatred. |
Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he’s bad, |
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, |
cus with the bars I’m still allot, |
I’ve been as dark as dark has got, and now I’m marching through the fog. |
Tarantula, creep all over the beat, |
gargantuan and get under my feet I’ll stamp on ya, |
I won’t ramp on ya, the games like a letter and I just |
took my stamp honour, and if dinner ain’t served then |
I’ll back 9 stella’s and stamp on her, |
and sip on a can while I’m drowning her, |
while I’m pinning her down as I strangle her, |
I’m the murkiest white man handler, |
till this very day been around here, |
If I was plotting then I wernt like the sound of ya, |
you get naughty I get a bit rowdier, |
still you won’t let them throw back a pound at ya, |
don’t place me in a box you cocks, |
if there’s one thing I’m not it’s fucking rectangular. |
'rectangular, rectangular' |
Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he’s bad, |
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, |
cus with the bars I’m still allot, |
I’ve been as dark as dark has got, and now I’m marching through the fog. |
I’m marching through the fog, |
it’s dark and I’ve been lost, |
but with the bars I’m still the boss, |
and now I’m back where I belong, |
I’m marching through the fog, |
it’s dark and I’ve been lost, |
but with the bars I’m still the boss, keep on marching through the fog. |
Devlin I’m back and I’m harder then nails, |
I was raised in a place, so foul, |
with my mates in my pals house wetting up papes on |
the scales, but now I shoot bars from the mouth, |
keep marching them in or keep marching them out, |
I’ll barge you around like a bully in a playground, |
if you ain’t ready for the regime stay down, |
I’m going hard for the whole u. |
k now, I’m harder then granite large I’m titanic, |
infact make your faculty panic, |
like a madman acting erratic, |
with bombs in the basement and straps in the attic, |
a confrontation would have to be tragic, |
like the coppers, when he met Harry Roberts, let him have it. |
Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he’s bad, |
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, |
cus with the bars I’m still allot, |
I’ve been as dark as dark has got, and now I’m marching through the fog. |
I’m marching through the fog, |
it’s dark and I’ve been lost, |
but with the bars I’m still the boss, |
and now I’m back where I belong, |
I’m marching through the fog, |
it’s dark and I’ve been lost, |
but with the bars I’m still the boss, keep on marching through the fog. |