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practice hours (freestyle) - devlin lyrics

practice hours – devlin & dogzilla

[intro: devlin]
yeah it’s devlin, ot, devs, dogzilla
it’s real, practice hours, outtake everyone
s’all real, outtake the ot fan, mazy
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: devlin]
it’s ot on top and outtaking whatever you got and whatever you’re not
and nah, i don’t care if you’re heavy or not
and i’ll be merking your gang if you’re ready or not
yeah, it’s ot, our town and our time
fuck these mic men cos now it’s our grind
and what you know about the pain in our life
rude boy, what you know about the strength to survive
and when i come through its eye for an eye
and if you think that i’m black then you’re wrong cos i’m white
prowl like a fox in the night, ot, we’ve got our c-cks in your wife
come through ready to box up with a knife
you don’t need to see glamour and shotz taking your life
and dogzilla kidnaps your wife
you don’t want ot to call strife

[verse 2: dogzilla]
ot, we’re backing, we’re packing, no slacking, we’re stacking
we’re booting those hits for your clique
ot, we’re moving, improving, -ssuming that
you can bounce back on my shit
i’m clutching my gun and you’re stunning, you’re running
i thought you was a gun man in your bits
we’re coming, we’re coming, the best, click click
your first alb-m constant track shit
chittering, chattering, your shit will flop
shattering, battering your content
i’m slaying them, spraying them, devlin slaps them
stacks them, packs them, puts shit on ebay
eshay, you know i got the o-flay
evs-day, oths-day, fo-ill-ray, r-ill-ray
it-shay, o-nay, here comes the evs-day
a-ma-a-day, a-ma-a-day

[verse 3: devlin]
spray like a magnum, the world’s deadliest handgun, i’ve been around some
i’m the quiet type, i’m not a loud one
but when i throw blows imma land one
and i spray like a mac, fast repeating i’m black
brap, i’m automatic and that
i make your body movement erratic and that
i’m more ill than a asthmatic on crack
and i shoot like a shoty, i deliver bars to your body, blud i’m not shoddy
my style’s phat like blobby
i’ll leave your body curled up in a lobby, believe that’s my hobby
shoot like a tec
and when you’re blazing your neck we’re bunning hot bars to your neck
shoot like a tec
and when you’re blazing your neck we’re bunning hot bars to your neck

[verse 4: dogzilla]
i’m the best so face it brother
i flow round the mic like no other
no other contests when i’m on the mic
not even him or not even you
since when was it cool to be a liar
your mic flows are lies, a big nose
your second name’s pinocchio
i’m jepetto, the father, son i made ya
i’m gonna p-ss you lot to the majors
it’s been ages and now i’m ready
i’m a conqueror, microphone sorcerer
uh uh uh, you won’t get better
you’re a pecker, ball bag sucker
i’m a fat fucker so i’ll eat ya
i will treat you like you’re a speng
treat you like an outcast in the end

[verse 5: devlin]
and don’t front me, you can’t do so
i don’t care if you box or do judo
cos i’ll swing the post to your torso
you’re not a gangster ready for the war, bro
you’re another fake little skeng man
you’ll be getting beat every time like hen man
you’re not gangster cos you shot the peng man
sickest lyricist until the end man
yeah, so don’t tell me about rhyming
i’m at the top of the hill, you’re still climbing
you’ll get punched off the bike you’re riding
and you deserve a fucking good hiding
and you’re an idiot, you ain’t got a clue
just what to do when the mics p-ssed to you
so go clark’s, you’ll need new shoes
as you’ve been getting battered and bruised on the move

[verse 6: dogzilla]
mic mentor, dogz reservoir, k!ller combos, styles galore
i write equations, i write metaphors
i got my dirty paws on this track
filthy rhymes, rhymes are intact
for a war, on all combats
my flow flips those acrobats
no gun claps before it clicks, clap clap, click click
we take the microphone and eat that shit
i’ll do a bellyflop on your lyrics
dogzilla, i’m the warrest lyricist
i spit weapons of m-ss destruction
giving your brain cells concussion
dogzilla, i’m like combustion
i’m in the process of burning a mic

[verse 7: devlin]
they’re sweating, like the evans
and when i drop bars, yeah the question beckons
am i coming for the number one slot punk or will i come second
of course i won’t, my style’s lethal just like weapons
i know what i know, don’t care what you reckon
i want more goal than david beckham
my boys blaze zoots and beers, we neck them off
so you can suck out, cos i spit bars on the mic then i duck out
and if i’m in the place then get the fuck out
you come across me punk your luck’s out
yeah, and i’m not just not giving up
nah i don’t give a fuck, yeah i’m gonna live it up
so bring your boys and i’ll hit them up
now p-ss me the mic, let me rip it up

[verse 8: dogzilla]
my mind is not my mind, my mind is way behind
my mind’s locked up, fucked up, into grime
since the time my mind became a crime
i’ve been hanging around, sitting around
wasting time, in the meantime writing rhymes
things come in my mind like
ask be life then fuck beeline
how the fuck can you call it, be real
ask danny weed the fuck i’m smoking
my mind’s not mine at the moment
it’s over there with jack nicholson like
one flew over the cuckoo’s nest
i’m a dolly, i’m a veg, i dribble on myself
i shit myself, please i need help

[outro: dogzilla & (devlin)]
that’s it, ot, dogenham forever
fuck with it, fuck with us, fuck you, merked
(devs, dogzi, ot, standard dagenham)
practice hours, the biggest one
don’t mess with that shit either
cos it’s the biggest, practice hours is real
ot to the blood to the deathbed

- devlin lyrics

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