Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shot Gritty, artist - Devlin. Album song Art Of Rolling, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 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 |