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Dumplin

its D-E-V to the Z

and when i say dont get left broke

nah i dont mean left in the red

them guys can have plenty of cash

but when it comes to comparison they're looking to lack

im looking to stack money piles quicker than flats

so they can

stop looking at me and start looking at that

but fuck it im broke for the minute

oh well at least i got a hold on my lyrics

they can have cash i got soul i got spirit

i keep my head out of the heavens

and close to the ground like midgets

with damn dirty lyrics that are rising

define the aspects of physics

im that blue vodka drink that your girls been sippin at the bar all night

yeah im WKD, i'm wicked

haters i'll be more specific you can suck dick or send your best wishes

your girl didnt give the crew kisses

after 10 dicks her cunt smelt of fishes

slut on her knees surrounded by willies

your girls grimey like my bars are

im like tracy chapman - i wanna drive away in a fast car

wish i could drive to where the moon and the stars are

from a place where the people are dirt poor

keep an eye on the queens head thats what you'll get hurt for

you'll see violence the same as a blood and crip turf war

and the bars keep dragging like a night shift

i'll tell 'em get back on the bike like ryan nyquist

they aint never seen or heard of nothing like this

nah im killing it with tightness every time i ride this

its devz im full of surprises

i wanna touch the sky like high rises

i re-wrote the whole of the script

turned out the lights and left em in the dark like a solar eclipse

stay close to the beats like when you slowdance with your girl got a hold of her hips

all we hold round here is chibs

emoitonless kids that are pissed where they live

coppers that are quick to be pricks

you could be abiding the law and you could still get nicked

me im too quick i aint never been nicked

theres been some close calls

ive had to jump walls

ive been running through schools and stashing up tools

none of them coppers aint knocked what i live like

im not a gangster, definitely not

im just trapped in the lands of ciminality

reality, stepping in rapidly

my right hand works like its powered mechanically

my shit is all self explanatory

im just trying to save their sanity

but they can pay for enlightenment five pound for my cd this aint no charity

devz's got a killer vocabulary

all mad at me thought they be glad for me

but hating's un-holy like blasphemy

if you dont like me dont chat to me

im putting in the hours like a worker in the factory

i got weights on my back like a shirt or a sweater

i'll stick to the spitting for worse or for better

im waiting to go through the worst of the weather

the other side must be better

ive been hung out to dry now ive come back to try

defining the art of lyrical criminal rhymes - slap someone multiple times

now they wanna tell me that im the best spitter whos white

im just the best full stop

none of them couldnt step in then stop

if they stop then i make em walk off side its time these haters behave

we fuck it up all over the country in a rave

me ghetts slice and lunar we all get paid?

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