Devlin & Syer B – Try Step Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Try Step – Devlin & Syer B

I don’t know what he call bars
But he don’t sound like ours
I don’t know what he call bars
But he don’t sound like ours
I don’t know what he call bars
But he don’t sound like ours
I don’t know what he call bars

Try step, you’re full of bull
I’m a bull get a horn through the bicep
Wanna be a matador
Get splattered more than your girlfriends tits, fried eggs
Tellin me one creepin’ and crawlin’ around
That I’m Peter Parker with nine legs

Look down on you all from the shard
You ain’t got the balls to climb up my higher fence
Let’s have it right, let’s have it right
When me and syanide are grabbing mics

He don’t get close to the dagenham-ites
Who’s gonna tell me s**t about braggin’ rights
Nobody here I’m aware of
Please let me know if you hear of
Anyone Mr. Limb won’t take care of
Before they get aired off
Like the radio died

They came back on
When me and Jimmy be singing the sick patterns
Skills leave your limbs and s**t scattered
Ill like I’m on pills, you get battered
Real lyrical skills mic jackers
Still keeping it real, it don’t matter
The chill that leave steel bones shatteres
Kneel down in a field you lil slappers

And it takes some deeck, you little bait flow b**ch
Me and Devlin are sicker than the six of the sickest spitters in this
Write me a list and wipin’ my arse with the names that you writ
It’s a myth, when you come try twist with the twisted
I’m leavin’ MC’s in the bits .. you were like zombies ..
What

I don’t know what he call bars
But they don’t sound like ours
I don’t know what he call lyrics
But they just sound like gimmicks
I don’t know what he call rhymes
But he don’t sound like mine
I don’t know what you flows
I just don’t know..②

Shuttin’ everybody down when I come around
Give them all the run around when I run ’em out
I’m silly with the syllables, some say I’m lyrical
I don’t give a s**t no more, I’m just down
The risidual overly-critical way
I had a nose that there is no miracles
In a land where man must forever talk
Be king of the jungle or dead at dawn

No man’s land, no badman
But I will put up at night and attack man
If I have to I’ll hide in a trash can
All night ’til I finally catch man
No trash talk
Don’t be rash walk and never turn around
Put soul on a beat, it’s a dirty sound
I’m taking it back, right back to that mad fool

When we came in swinging
Hack from the beginning I’ve been killin’ the rythms
And we don’t need no bringing
The circles I’m in is full workers grinnin’
Spring in my step, when I step, my circles winnin’
And that I murk with a purpose
That makes observers listen, they’re surplus spitters

Whose deeck to this s**t, I сan’t see anybody here
Plus I’m holding the levels like me
And the devil two f**king rebels that leave ’em unsettled I swear
And now they wanna try wrestle, I leave ’em dishevelled
They ever try meddle up in my affairs
I’m vettel f**k levels I’ll never be settled, try step and get levelled
Syanide and Devils

I don’t know what he call bars
But they don’t sound like ours
I don’t know what he call lyrics
But they just sound like gimmicks
I don’t know what he call rhymes
But he don’t sound like mine
I don’t know what you flows
I just don’t know..②…

➤ Written by Devlin & Syer B
Album: Channelling Rain – EP
Produced by Syer B & Boylan
Devlin | Syer B | 2020

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