Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shot City Freestyle, artist - Devlin. Album song Tales from the Crypt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.05.2010
Record label: ARTIST PROJECTS (AP)
Song language: English
Shot City Freestyle |
| 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 |