Marching Through The Fog Lyrics - Devlins

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 

'Cause with the bars I'm still a lot 

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 honor 

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 weren't 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 

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 

'Cause with the bars I'm still a lot 

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 papers 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 UK now 

I'm harder then granite large I'm titanic 

In-fact 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 

'Cause with the bars I'm still a lot 

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