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 $#&@ 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
!@#% 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 %#@! 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 $#&@ it up all over the country in a rave
me ghetts slice and lunar we all get paid?