Marching Through The Fog

I'll still get the bars in, devlin I'm marchin, like a soldier serving in iraq is, now watch me eliminate targets, you should have known to anticipate carnage, your attitude sticks like an arm pit, I've got bars harder then arnolds arm is, and no man has gone red at me yet, so I'd say I'm here to stay like a scar is, I ain't immigrating I'm lieing and waiting, and debating, just what I'm going to be taking, I ain't faking, so don't be mistaken, like I've gone soft for the ratings, I'll take you up to the top of the dirtiest derelict block and then throw you over the railings, and the only motive was hatred

Has devlin gone soft, does devlin think he's bad, nah he thinks he's at the top, all your bullshit makes me mad, but the drama don't stop, so alarms are ringing off, cus with the bars I'm still allot, I've been as dark as dark has got, and now I'm marching through the fog

Tarantula, creep all over the beat, gargantuan and get under my feet I'll stamp on ya, I won't ramp on ya, the games like a letter and I just took my stamp honour, and if dinner ain't served then I'll back 9 stella's and stamp on her, and sip on a can while I'm drowning her, while I'm pinning her down as I strangle her, I'm the murkiest white man handler, till this very day been around here, if I was plotting then I wernt like the sound of ya, you get naughty I get a bit rowdier, still you won't let them throw back a pound at ya, don't place me in a box you cocks, if there's one thing I'm not it's fucking rectangular. 'rectangular, rectangular'

Has devlin gone soft, does devlin think he's bad, nah he thinks he's at the top, all your bullshit makes me mad, but the drama don't stop, so alarms are ringing off, cus with the bars I'm still allot, I've been as dark as dark has got, and now I'm marching through the fog

I'm marching through the fog, it's dark and I've been lost, but with the bars I'm still the boss, and now I'm back where I belong, I'm marching through the fog, it's dark and I've been lost, but with the bars I'm still the boss, keep on marching through the fog

Devlin I'm back and I'm harder then nails, I was raised in a place, so foul, with my mates in my pals house wetting up papes on the scales, but now I shoot bars from the mouth, keep marching them in or keep marching them out, I'll barge you around like a bully in a playground, if you ain't ready for the regime stay down, I'm going hard for the whole u.k now, I'm harder then granite large I'm titanic, infact make your faculty panic, like a madman acting erratic, with bombs in the basement and straps in the attic, a confrontation would have to be tragic, like the coppers, when he met harry roberts, let him have it

Has devlin gone soft, does devlin think he's bad, nah he thinks he's at the top, all your bullshit makes me mad, but the drama don't stop, so alarms are ringing off, cus with the bars I'm still allot, I've been as dark as dark has got, and now I'm marching through the fog

I'm marching through the fog, it's dark and I've been lost, but with the bars I'm still the boss, and now I'm back where I belong, I'm marching through the fog, it's dark and I've been lost, but with the bars I'm still the boss, keep on marching through the fog