Devixus - Turn It Lyrics

Yeah
It's Devixus
Yeah
Yeah

Turn it around, turn it around
Gotta get the bad out (get the f*cking bad out)
Hurry the sound, hurry the sound
Gotta get the tracks out (get the f*cking tracks out)
Murder the cowards, murder the cowards
Gotta kill them wack clowns (kill those f*cking wack clowns)
You worrying now, you worrying now
Gotta get your back out (gotta get your back oooout)

Don't hit me
With a whistle please
I'll end thee
With one sentence G
I don't need scenes
With a pistol squeeze
That just leaves these
Lil misses bereaved
Your envy
Is getting to me
Simply leave
No witnessing
It's not that D
Is mister clean
It's just that he
Has bigger things
In this dream
I'm envisioning
Breaking free
From the little stings
Busy bee
Nor anything
Can get in the way
Of me getting cream
Wu-tang, wu-tang
Is on my brain

And I'm going for chains
Knowing this thang
Can go in and change
The whole scope and the range
Blowing up veins
Like I'm dope in the game
Growing my name
Til no one can say
D's not coming with the hard shit
Bitch, your leaving in a coffin
With your sails in a hard spin
You failed at life every so often
Then bailed on site, this time I'm blocking
You motherf*cking cockless little pricks
I'm not your snitch looking at your pics
You're trying to fish but I am not it
If your trying to diss then I do not get
What your trajectory is or your logic
I'm having fun with this shit and I'm hotness
My ink you savor
On this piece of paper
Like an infant baby
In an incubator
You need a major
League prayer for later
From all your colleagues
And neighbors player

And I'm just getting started
Feeling so heartless
Dealing with y'all's shit
Rolling without a conscience
Flowing like blood in a mosh pit
Staining your carpet
The evidence is shocking
The medicine is not in
The veterans are plotting
They better get an army
To harm me, not rotting
Away in cell when I'm facing this hell
I Take a breath and inhale
Made my bed and I sail (sail)

Travel the globe like Magellan
Break the plane who you telling
Say their names why you yelling
Make your case now your bailing
Broke the chains and my soldiers trained
To snap out of traps f*ck shoulder pain
Use the procaine, novocaine or lidocaine
In no way, you're sane you've broke away
Into a place where you can't be saved
Imagine the space where you can't be changed
Well I'm in your face and I'll bring the pain
Erase all this, I'll be the flame
Burning like a gas oven
You worried bout the last something
Focus on the past, nothing
And you'll end up like your past, nothing

Turn it around, turn it around
Gotta get the bad out (get the f*cking bad out)
Hurry the sound, hurry the sound
Gotta get the tracks out (get the f*cking tracks out)
Murder the cowards, murder the cowards
Gotta kill them wack clowns (kill those f*cking wack clowns)
You worrying now, you worrying now
Gotta get your back out (gotta get your back oooout)