Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shot Gritty , by - Devlin. Song from the album Art Of Rolling, in the genre R&BRelease date: 20.07.2008
Record label: ARTIST PROJECTS (AP)
Song language: English
Shot Gritty |
| They just can’t stop what’s destined to happen |
| I’ve got more talent than any of them rappers out of manhattan |
| If you say I haven’t then it’s visually apparent that your scale’s unbalanced |
| And if you don’t wanna advocate the scene to me then |
| I’ll take your name through the abattoir |
| Cause an atrocity, the game’s gettin' stuck like a robbery |
| Invading your space like a squatter in your property |
| And now my name’s up on the podium |
| The only emotion they feeding is odium |
| The ultimate hatred burns in the heart like petroleum |
| But I’ve gone coming back again |
| Time after time and the cats feel the opium |
| Yeah they hate but my lyrics got a hold of 'em |
| Like Napoleon, takin' control of 'em |
| Divide me from others get left for the protein |
| They never coulda measure me in metric meters |
| Young Devs will be spittin' real fire |
| Most MC’s are fake like electric heaters |
| I’ll be spreading my name like a whore spreads diseases |
| With an infected fetus start ruining your life, wreck your penis |
| Lyrics that I ate, I’ll be standing right next to Jesus |
| This generation’s fucked |
| Parents must have been up in them drugs when they conceived us |
| My creators created a genius |
| Lyrics start sticking to your flesh and your bones |
| Like tendons connected to your gastrocnemius |
| Making featherlights look feverish |
| How they gonna get off the ground with no leverage |
| Real wreck control any others gettin' tedious |
| Stepping up their levels or you settle for what’s easiest |
| Here is a statement for those that are hatin' on the greatest |
| The most highly anticipated and awaited |
| I’ll finish you, and then finish your acquaintance |
| Who don’t sit and listen, but they sick enough to hate us |
| And you know I’m stuck to music by law like marital status |
| It took patience believe me I worked for wages |
| Now I’m able to transfer from certain places |
| And as an artist I kept on growing like |
| Plants in the wilderness starting a pilgrimage |
| Lyrically sick, ain’t no pill for this |
| Grimy like Ilford is, I’m one of the skill fullest |
| Alright I’m the absolute filthiest |
| Jumped on the scales and I’m tiltin' it |
| My name’s in the lime light and I ain’t even milkin' it |
| Be honest be real to this yeah I’m just built for it |
| Nice to know I got the most incredible scriptures and flows |
| Feels like I’m on a LSD trip |
| Yeah I’m in a world of my own like torpedoes watch me excel and explode |
| Trample the tactics with them pricks that chat shit |
| They’ll get flicked like match sticks, all cause for excentric antics |
| Pump pump, squirt on a mic I last longer than sexless tantric |
| So just dont bank on beatin' me easily |
| We all want a slice of the pie but its hard to be eatin' it legaly |
| Feel like I’m trapped in the realms of illegal indecency |
| But now these MC’s wanna speak to me |
| Tellin' me about their cd they wanna feature me |
| Need to bring their heads out of the heavens |
| Back down to the ground where their feet should be |