The Great British Bar Off (feat. Ed Sheeran)

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It's Dirty Devils and Edward Scissors
Like an equation, it figures
We're off the scale, but not sheddin' 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 fibbin'
Goes so quick though, excuse me
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger

I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
I owe it to keep on growin'
Like a life of the bars don't cease

I'll give an arm and a leg
One deep, while I'm draggin' this beat to a depth
I'm Mariana Trench and thinkin', holdin' my breath
Until I feel three, two like wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barbarous flex
Who the fuck wanna spar with a vet?
I'm Alexander the Great when I'm marchin' on armies again

I 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're chattin' is wet
Miss me, bitch, please
Erich von Däniken couldn't even question my history
Been spittin' like I was an M16

You might wanna run and take cover when I'm lettin' go another
Send a letter to your ma, that's word to your mother too
Stella, I'm a star when at least in the gutter
Yo, Dagnarm, I'm still the same twisted fucker
To run for the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how about you hit 'em with a bar

'Bout time, you've been spittin' for a minute and a half
Gotta stretch my legs, I'm just sittin' on the charts
People may just think I just sing with guitar
I'm at home with a star like I'm livin' in the past
Writin' these lyrics while I'm sippin' on a glass
Of the darkest Guinness with an Irish heart

Three passports, one of them red, two of them blue
Lived Finsbury, and Stock Newington too
'Bout to witness the rise of the young gun
Who's been listenin' to Devz when the channel was you
Was Tales From The Crypt on my screen
'Til we met, kickstarted a dream
It was bud, sweat, and beers, watchtower then appeared
Now it's back-to-back bars on a beat, I've missed this

Just a spitter from Ipswitch
Back on OT business
On time, I'm not overly tryin'
But on tracks like this, a bit of soul is required
It's been too long, but I been stokin' the fires
Still comin' with heat, like I'm holdin' an iron
I 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, fuck baby steps
I can't do a thing, 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 have
Fly on around the world, but it used to be a bus stop
Came in the booth, 'cause I had to blow the dust off

Now what's what?
The flow's too skippy, no hopscotch
You know I hot-step
Through hell and burn my own socks off
Make it bang like I'm tryna get my rocks off
The pretty girl's ugliest friend couldn't cock block
Glock-load, I give 'em both barrels like lock stock
Now it's on top, the star on the Christmas tree
When me and Ed Sheeran rip this beat

And like Kendrick Lamar, this dick 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 help them to be
Me and Devlin showed you what yourself could achieve
15 years, and we're still here

Still comin' 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
Real-life shit, no films here
Ain't gonna see Stephen Spiel' here
We took it from nothing to something, who's leavin' us killed here?

No one or nothing, I know that they're bluffin'
Make buildings shake like an 8.8 earthquake
So you might wanna hold onto something
Tell 'em all the general's comin'
Chat on the rooftop
Two killers on a tune, what?
All these other men are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're too young

Was a young gun, but we're still on, Louie White
When it's so long, guess I'm doin' somethin' alright
Fuck a TomTom, 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
Try to drown the pain inside I'm holdin'

People I don't love, that do the most, and
Why you actin' like you fuckin' know me?
You weren't there when I played empty shows, and
Wonderin' when the songs were gonna blow, but
We kept marchin' on, 'cause we are soldiers
Always been the hardest and the coldest
Used to sleep on Jimmy Devlin's sofa
Now he looks at you, like, "Bro, I told ya"

Why, because we're riders like we own you
Type of rhymes to find inside my folder
Might incite the minds, and break the mold
I'm out of sight, I stand alone, a loner
Mr. Grey, but 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

It's criminal how people just expect me to give it all out
Singin' or rappin', I'm killin' em, wow
'Cause I got bars like criminal now
Think 'cause I got kids, I'm simmerin' down?
Onslaught of records, I'm bringin' 'em out
I heard all the subliminals, but the men are minimal
Don't make me laugh out loud

Yo, bro, calm down
It's criminal when
I don't hear no new original men
Think that I sound the same with content
Think you must not know Jim at all then
What'd you want, a song written, a rap tune, a grime bar?
Versatility with a pen
Fuck, I'm all like Millwall
I'm here in a lion's den, and I'm hungry again

I represent for the gingers
Got fire on my head, and it spits out
Sit down, and then fuck your column in inches
Five stars, even if the critics don't give this
11 out of ten on my worst days
But they didn't believe it in the first place
Check what the flowers on the hearse say
R.I.P. to your worst rhyme

My rise is a curse to remind you I'm here
Comin' for the best ain't a good idea
It's only sickness and 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 fear
Nothing can fix that

Still each year, we're comin' fresher than Tic Tacs
Somehow it fits when the genres are mismatch
People lookin' in, like I'm livin' in a fish tank
If you got opinions, you know where to stick that

Go fill a tortilla with crap
Keep comin' with your shit raps
You, man, are gettin' bitch-slapped
By some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six-pack, and a bitch back
When I did not give a fuck
When me and Ed went back to back on these tracks
When we walked 'round Dagenham, drunk

2010, startin' with Example's tour
Now we're 64, then 64 more
Bond that won't break, harder than it's ever been
Let 'em reminisce, Ed and Devlin