The Garden

The Garden - Devlin

Welcome to the garden the HQ of Jim Lardon

Where w**d trees grow around the things I leave departed

Got AKs in black bags you think were full of garbage

Guess again the weapons I've obtained are like Osama's

Who by the way is still alive and stays to say hello

And told me to tell you all that he's just lying low

Then disclosed he was paid to take the blame

For what happened to the towers so America could take control

I make the fans mosh but this ain't rock and roll

Just a snip it of the craziness of life I know

Inside the grimey flow I'll blow your mind to Idaho

You'll fly it back to return it to it's rightful home

I'm like a Warlord with lyrics I've got much more than spirit

I'm trying to conjure up a spell and take control

Of every single area code across the globe

For every fairy tale told I tell it straight and bold

I'm something like a common cold

No one's found a cure for me so I'll just hang around until it's time to go

And come back when I decide too

And play the synesses for viruses like bird flu and swine flu

Or whatever's in line next that's been designed to

Kill her slowly within life's huge human zoo

It's Jay Lardon with a chete in your alley way

Don't ask me who I am who the f**k are you Buckaroo

All my bars and rhymes move in syncrasy

Think of me as mother Mary boy you can't get into me

But I ain't virginal I'm dangerous to p**sy holes

Who think that I won't step to them instinctively and sink my teeth

In their damn necks take a rain check

Instead of blazing you I'd probably rather blaze the bless

But I'll be spraying to the day and date the game starts making sense

Won't stop until I'm dead

That's what I call going to grave extents

Bring me back to life in fifty thousand years

And I'll rain on whoever's rapping nice

Then kick back with a diet coke jack and ice

See words for me swells within the devil's eyes

A never ending well of luster probably made me jealous I

Throw my hands up I admit

But I run up my lips a bit because I felt like I'm handcuffed

But now I've broke free I'm never leaving bankrupt

Rappers think they're dead stiff like rigor mortis is

Just know I come hard like porn star performances

Norman of Normandy I'll force you out your fortresses

Until you're hiding like your moonlighting as a contortionist

I've seen men collecting medals I think we need to pause a bit

Cause I ain't hating for the day that I start making soft songs son

I'll probably win an award for it

And for a spitter like myself that's what the b******t is

Anyways I'll never stray away for real

All I can do I guess is demonstrate the way I feel

The way I speak the way I walk the way I breathe the way I meal

So real life's got me chasing that 2 stone still

I lost when diabetes handed me my tombstone and f**king Will

Listen I worked hard to get signed but that's irrelevant

The point I'm trying to make's I never had a lucky deal

So all you inbreads can climb my money hill

Cause D E V is on the hunt for money still

And then my hands ain't on the curb they're on the till

I'm O T you know me

Running through the whole scene screaming Dagenham is ill

With young whippers snappers grabbing on the steel

What the f**k is with this manner chat will get you killed

Crack and smack is everywhere just like the w**d and pills

My backyard is too rough for Titchmarsh

F**k all the little pricks that keep saying my name

You'll never be of ill

I've done everything you've done 10 times over

Forget everyone doing good things for the U K

Nothing but love all day let's make it happen

O T our time Devlin A Moving Picture