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the greatest british bar off - devlin lyrics

[intro: devlin]
what’s going on? sbtv
devlin, ed sheeran, live from the rooftop
this one’s a great british bar off
off the james devlin album, make sure you check that out
listen *

[verse 1: devlin]
yeah, check
it’s dirty devils and edward scissors
like an equation, it figures
we’re off the scale but not shedding our skins like lizards
too cold when we walk through the blizzard
with no hat, coat, or gloves for our digits
it’s been a long, long road, no fibbing
go so quick though excuse me like a sick note
but it don’t get realer than the realist
i’m a k!ller with the lyrics
just look back at sbtv and you’ll see
taking the scenе to where it hadn’t been
my brother jamal you can rеst in peace
just knowing you helped men get where they’re going
all make sense in the mind of a poet
i owe to keep on growing
like a life of the bars don’t cease
i’ll give an arm, a leg, one beat, while i’m dragging this beat to my depth
i’m mariana, trench, i’m thinking holding my breathe till i feel 32 like wretch
until my last b*st*rd breath, i’ma cut man down on a barbarous flex
who the f*ck wanna spar with the vet’?
i’m alexander, the great and i’m marching on armies again
i’ve got a spring in my step
slinky when it goes down like monica lewinsky
i’ll be right here in the thick, they can diss me, but they’ll get flung like a frisbee
if what you chatting is wet, miss me b*tch, please
erich von däniken couldn’t even question my history
been spitting like i was an m16
you might wanna wanna take cover when i’m letting go
one of us sent a letter to your ma that’s word to your mother
too stella, i’m a star, well at least in the gutter, your dagnarm
i’m still the same twisted f*cker to run for the game and repped for the borough
there ain’t no name that can make me shudder
woke by a clock then i wouldn’t be alarmed, nah
sheero, how about you hit ’em with a bar?
[verse 2: ed sheeran]
about time, you’ve been spitting for a minute and a half
i gotta stretch my legs, i’m just sitting on the charts
people may think i just sing with guitar
i’m at home with the start like i’m living in the past
writing these lyrics whilst i’m sipping on a glass of the darkest guinness with an irish heart
three passports, one red, two of them blue
lived finsbury and stoke, newington too
witness the rise of the young gun who’s been listening to devz since the channel was u
was tales from the crypt on my screen
till we met, kick*started a dream
it was bud, sweat, and beers, watchtower then appeared
now it’s back*to*back bars on a beat, i missed this
just a spitter from ipswich
back on ot business
on*time, i’m not overly trying
but on tracks like this, a bit of soul is required
been too long but i’ve been stoking the fire
still coming with heat like i’m holding the iron
remember when i was just told to be quiet
now i’m pretty sure no one’s colder than i am except maybe devs
i take big strides, f*ck baby steps
i can’t do anything they won’t hate me less
these lungs make money so i save my breath
put me in the ring, i can take the best
gloves on, gloves off
don’t blink, did he win, he must’ve
fly around the world but he used to be a bus stop
came in the booth ’cause i had to blow the dust off
now what, what?
[verse 3: devlin]
the flows too skippy, no hopscotch
you know a hot step through h*ll and burn my own socks off
make it bang like i’m tryna to get my rocks off
a pretty girl’s ugliest friend couldn’t c*ck block, lock, load
i get them both, barrels like lockstock
when it’s on top, a star on a christmas tree when me and ed sheeran rip this beat *

[verse 4: ed sheeran]
like kendrick lamar, this d*ck ain’t free
i’m a difficult man with a sky*high festival fee
had to make it happen for myself to believe
open the door for the new generation
but they don’t see who we helped you to be
me and devlin showed you what yourself could achieve
15 years and we’re still here
still coming raggo and we’re still weird
when jamal passed cried real tears
without that man, i wouldn’t be here
now my first week numbers they still fear

[verse 5: devlin]
this real*life sh*t, no films here
you ain’t gonna see steven spiel here
he took it from nothing to something, he’s leaving us k!lled here
no one or nothing i know that they’re bluffing me
make buildings shake like an 8.8 earthquake
so you might wanna hold onto something
tell him all the generals coming
shout from the rooftop
two k!llers on a tune
what, all these other men are too soft
don’t remind me of dylan or marley
but regardless they’re too bob
[verse 6: ed sheeran]
was a young gun we’re still on lewi white and it’s so long
guess i’m just doing something alright
f*ck a tom, tom, drop a pin and get bowled over
salty lyrics with a chip on my shoulder
anyone that hates me will get won over
can’t remember when i was sober
drink to warm the heart when days are colder
tried to drown the pain inside i’m holding
people i don’t like to do the most and why you acting like you f*cking know me
you weren’t there when i played empty shows
and wondering when the songs were gonna blow
but we kept marching on ’cause we are soldiers
all we’ve been the hardest in the coldest
used to sleep on jimmy devlin’s sofa
now he looks at you like, “bro i told ya”

[verse 7: devlin]
why, because we ryder’s like winona
type of rhymes to find a sign of folder
my incite the mind to break the mold
i’m, outta sight i stand alone, a loner
mr grey we’re here with no dakota
flip the pain and rip the game, i told ya
way back when i was the coldest younger
nowadays call me, “the coldest older”

[verse 8: ed sheeran]
it’s criminal how?
everyone expects me to give it all out
singing or rapping i’m k!lling them wow
’cause i got bars like griminal now
think i’ve got kids i’m simmering down
onslaughter records, i’m bringing them out
i heard all the subliminals but them man are minimal
don’t make me laugh out loud
yo bro, calm down

[verse 9: devlin]
it’s criminal when?
i don’t hear no original men
think that i sound the same with content?
then you must not know jim at all then
would you want a song written or rap tune, grime bar, versatility with a pen
f*ck all that millwall
i’m here in the lion’s den and i’m hungry again

[verse 10: ed sheeran]
i represent for the gingers
got fire in my head and it spits out, sit down and then f*ck your column in inches
5 stars even if the critics don’t give this
11 out of 10 on my worst day
they didn’t believe me in the first place
check with the flowers on the he*rs*
say r*i*p to your words
my rise is a curse to remind you, i’m here
coming for the best ain’t a good idea
it’s only sick and even god i fear
all this money couldn’t dry those tears
when real life happens, it’s irreversible
outside a career when it’s personal
when the outcome of life is worse than you feared
nothing can fix that
still this year we coming fresher than tic*tacs
somehow it works when the genres a mismatch
people looking at me like i’m living in a fish tank
got opinions, you know where the sticks at

[verse 11: devlin]
go fill a tortilla with cr*p
keep coming with your sh*t raps
you men will get b*tch slapped
for some b*tch that a b*tch slap
and i was hard on the spliff and a six*pack
in the bits back
when i did not give a f*ck
when me and ed’ went back*to*back on these tracks
and we walked ’round dagenham drunk

[verse 12: ed sheeran]
2010 started with examples tour
64 then 64 more
bond that won’t break
harder than it’s ever been

[outro: devlin & ed sheeran]
let ’em reminiscine, ed’ and devlin
jimmy sharp, lewi white on the beat
sbtv, devlin, ed sheeran
the james devlin album coming soon
you know
whallop!

- devlin lyrics

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