| Shot City, D-V-Z, OutTakers
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| Big up Shotter
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| I’m the grimiest spitter than you’ve ever seen
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| Flourishing whatever the season so say that i’m forever green
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| OT, a heavy team and the Movement too stay the better than who’s the crew
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| We can arrange a date, I kill your whole career in one statement
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| Arrange your fate, I raise the stakes
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| And blaze the papes so play your place
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| Break in your place and I’ll take your weight and (??)
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| Won’t hear me chatting shit i’m on straight lyricism, my bars are destructive
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| So I don’t care how long you’ve been here and what you’ve accomplished
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| You look lost like you’re in the woods with no pumpers hunting
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| Prey I don’t bury ya, now you’re the prey i’m the predator
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| You can spit whatever you want i’ll still bury ya
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| See me on my hustle on the courts all day like Federa
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| Wanna say that your an opponent then know that you leave doors open
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| For Devilz to murk you, i’m Destiny’s Child but not Kelly Rowland
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| Everything i’m selling is stolen
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| And nower days, MC’s chat so much shit that I think silence is golden
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| Apart from when Devilz is spitting, i’m gripping the mic in a tight lock til
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| their submitting
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| Here I’m hitting the nail on the head, can’t run like you got let down by your
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| legs
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| Everyday there’s a thousand arrests
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| Your man hung around with the feds and tell them when a shotter invents
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| But i’d never spit information, no matter the situation
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| You and the feds have got a friendship like me and the mic
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| I check my boys on road while you’re chilling at the station
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| Me and Shotz, some grimey individuals
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| Smooth criminals when I’m spitting out the lyricals
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| I bring my bars to life so you can touch them in the visible
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| And realise that life full of ridicule
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| Me and Shotz on the cold blocks
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| So what if he shot rocks
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| Spit fire like a bullet when the Glock pops
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| I won’t stop til the day I pull up in a drop top
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| With a couple of the lads and a couple of zutes, a couple of slags
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| More than a couple of grand in black bags
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| I’m talking major figures, if you form an orderly line and keep them coming
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| And one by one I will happily keep on blazing spitters
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| This ain’t a test of me, when my backs on the wall you’ll see the best of me
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| Making heads turn like the century |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shot City Freestyle , by - Devlin. Song from the album Tales from the Crypt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп