Lyrics Devilish - Ocean Wisdom, Klashnekoff

Devilish

Try take something that’s mine
Man might move devilish…
Try take something that’s mine
Man might move devilish
He’s got double-glazing in his yard
So I might climb Everest
Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick
That’ll get me in the premises
Man’s all sneaky and subtle when
I’m dealing with a nemesis
Try take something that’s mine
Man might move devilish
He’s got double-glazing in his yard
So I might climb Everest
Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick
That’ll get me in the premises
Man’s all sneaky and subtle when
I’m dealing with a nemesis
Man couldn’t show me nothing but a cold glare
With his pussy’ole friends on the road, there
Oh he a road yout, I wouldn’t go there
He got a gold Tee, cut your joke hair
Man are chatting like they’re living in their own here
Man MC areas, and they wanna go there
Swear it’s hilarious how they wanna hold stare
Same breath preaching 'bout scriptures and old prayers
Blud, you ain’t a preacher, you a hypocrite
And holy matrimony wouldn’t make you fix up
You don’t just get it if you vision it
Dickhead with his eyes closed, wishing for a quick buck
I’ve compromised a lot for my success
Success be a lot like
Push hard, hope not to get shat on
Swear this world’s like an unwashed bucket
Those man stick her in the power shower
Douse her down and grab a towel and wrap it round her
Plow her softly
That’s the mentality I’m attacking, my life
It’s like I’m tired of Skyping
I’m finna be smashing it’s properly
Certain man are working 9−5's talking 'bout
«Check my philosophy, check my take on astrology»
«Check my offerings of hot pockets of knowledge»
«Check how obvious I’ve made it that I’m killing it modestly»
'Cus certain man around me trying to spin it with a don
You could have Chicken Pox and be itching a lot
Still couldn’t scratch the surface of the shit that I’m on
Speaking of scratching, I got B-Side spinning my songs
And even Roc-A-Fella clocked a man was proper stellar
And even Universal turned up at a few rehearsals
Niggas talking like they’re viable as Wizzy, never
The squad is tight 'cause that’s the way
That Wizzy drew the circle
And callisthenics lovers couldn’t get a pull-up for a bar, like me
You can’t bar like me, you fucking sheep
You can’t bar like me, I’m like «rah my G»
How many side niggas trying to par my team
Better know your place in the world
Know your role, and know you’re a wasteman as well
These man are bracing themselves
Bracing themselves 'cus the way that I tell a man
Try take something that’s mine
Man might move devilish
He’s got double-glazing in his yard
So I might climb Everest
Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick
That’ll get me in the premises
Man’s all sneaky and subtle when
I’m dealing with a nemesis
Try take something that’s mine
Man might move devilish
He’s got double-glazing in his yard
So I might climb Everest
Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick
That’ll get me in the premises
Man’s all sneaky and subtle when
I’m dealing with a nemesis
Yo, fuck a nemesis
Your tings can get Arsen venomous
Masked up, run up in his raasclart residence
Spark up the premises
Your tings can get dark and devilish
Ask Genesis, like church
The maddest of the Methodists
The people need reminding what the essence is
It’s deep, like the mind hear the messages
So peak but I’m reciting in the sentences
This is where the levels is
And for Everest peak, man’ll pepper this
Beat Like Gordon Ramsay’s 'Hell's Kitchen'
But I’m Raekwon cheffin' it
So effortless, way that I’m effin' this beat up
Can get a man beat up for definite
For acting definite
But nothing’s certain in life, but death, innit?
So I gotta go hard, no half-steppin' it
No joke, no laugh, know man reppin' it
Screw-face flows are, but I’m so blessed with it
Feel like a doctor, my patients they’re testing it
Talk a bag of chatter, bagging butcher in the bag
Trap until the van pull up and they can
Put up in the back of that
I got these little pussies poopin' in their anorak
Acting like a badman, putting on a heavy act
A homie’s in his element, listening to Annie Mac
Twerking in front of the mirror, wearing a fanny pack
Back in the inner-city, there’s bitties and alley rats
Tings are getting gully, I’m thinking of bringing the bally back
But, I’m not trying to get pally-pally
Unless I’m with in Bristol city
I’m asking 'em where their gally at?
All type of flavours, dark skin, Asian, Persians
Jamaicans, Beiges, Italian
For really my nilly, no dilly no dally
No millie-vanilli, no Harry met Sally
They couldn’t handle the old
Or the eighths of the weight that I carry
I don’t get carried away, I wait to get carried
Got introduced to the music, got seduced quick
Fell in love with the game, couldn’t wait to get married
Now it’s death do us part
'Til there’s no breath left in my heart
Try rep for what’s left of this art
Try take something that’s mine
Man might move devilish
He’s got double-glazing in his yard
So I might climb Everest
Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick
That’ll get me in the premises
Man’s all sneaky and subtle when
I’m dealing with a nemesis
Try take something that’s mine
Man might move devilish
He’s got double-glazing in his yard
So I might climb Everest
Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick
That’ll get me in the premises
Man’s all sneaky and subtle when
I’m dealing with a nemesis