Devlin - Extra Extra (Wiley Diss) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Its D-E-V-Z, big up William William William, yeah... Like every couple of years you have to send for someone new Cause your careers dying out or something? I didn't even wanna do the tune cause I know... It's exactly what you want me to do Now it's gone too far, too far Big up Will, droll init (Wiley) Big up Out-Takers Don't try me, I'm grimey Yeah, William [Verse 1] William, you're a tit fake like silicone Sniffs got to your brain cells and it's k**ing em You bang girls that are 15? I'm only 17 and I still wouldn't do that Your careers dead like Biggie and 2Pac I'm dirty, my careers flying You're nearly 30, and you're still trying Now thats two albums that nobody's buying You used to say '38, 38' Nowadays you're about 38, 38 I can't knock your work rate But I'm ten years younger and you'll still get murked mate She's 10 and you raped on the first date? You're a nonce! And no you don't make p's you're a ponce And your careers dead so you send for 'The Movement' to see the response And your dead so you had to send for us Cause you know 'The Movements' in the limelight Best know that your career depends on us You could never try ending us You asked to be in 'The Movement', tryna beg friends with us We couldn't let a snake in the clique Thats why William hates like a b**h And he'll feel the blade of my chiv f** it, ten years younger, Richard I'll bun ya I'll leave you out in the rain and the thunder Kids watch your back cause Wiley will bum you I said Wiley'll bum you! With his eyes bright red and his nose in powder Thats a circle you just ain't getting out of Your bodys rotten by the time that they found you I've got lines to astound you And yet you chat sh** like you're up with the Gods Nahh you're in Romford s**ing on co*ks When ten O.T man come with the Glocks What you gonna do when it pops you co*k? You chat sh** bout you're still in the biz How'd you think William got his A3? s**ing on dicks! It was like prostitution was the last solution so he tried it Will tries to hide it But if he see's a co*k then he'll ride it Get down and shine it and I don't advise it But still William denies it! He see's an arse and he jumps inside it I don't know what his game is, fascinated with an an*s Come through me and get strapped with the flamers We'll shoot you ten times, then you'll be famous And f** Mark, keep him, O.T aren't about the weaklings Sire, it's you I'm exceeding It's the truth that I'm speaking I heard you and Trims got a beef thing? It's not a beefing Cause Trim speaks one time you're left bleeding Mark stop dreaming You wanna come to Dagenham, get left on London this evening (Mug) How can a p**y, make a tune called 'Gangsters?' Talking bout you move p's like bankers Let me say this slow and clear Say one word about my Mum and I'll shank yous And William, nahh I'm not stupid, I knew you'd want me to do this But now it's gone too far If I didn't write this I woulda gone mad and put a bomb in your car You ain't blown but you think you're a star You're just mediocre, you ain't on par Acting like we can't find where you are Come through with your lads with a strap and a car And William, call it a day Every day, your chance to blow is falling away You bunned it, we'll catch a tool in the face We don't care about who's got a tool in their waist And no you won't blow like Dylan, you counterfeit villian If he's not illing, he's sniffing up lines of crushed pennicilin Still William doesn't care what he's sniffing So you got 50 g's and spent it, are you demented? Will's so old he's been around since radar was invented I said he's sh** and I seriously meant it! I remember that time in Ministry, pulled me away and told me f** Dobbsy What do you think, that I'm just like Blake? I'm real not fake O.T to the grave It was O.T that gave me my name Paved me the way so thats where I'll remain If it weren't for Reece, I'd be our in the rain Hibby took me from the streets to the stage [Outro] To the stage... Bye Bye Will... Its The Movement 2006 Out-Takers See you later William