Dettwork SouthEast...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Original South London trooper
Blak Twang, live from the Big Smoke!
Thameslink-London connections
Watch the rider, watch the bus...
Verse 1
Its like this and this and that all across the map
I chit-chat with a UK Black twang when I rap
Layin' down facts like British Rail tracks
Cockney rhymin' slangs and black conundrums deep as a dungeon
This is how we function in London
from New Cross to Piccadilly Circus
in tower blocks across the circular
No surplus, no deficit, no more, no less
If it's South-East or North-West, or Shredded Wheat or East
>From Old Kent Road to Ladbroke Grove I lay low
handlin' most of my biz on my cellular dog and bone
We pass through Elephant and Castle
take the back streets to save the hassle when deliverin' a parcel
over the bridge or through the tunnel
Beyond the horizon where the skyscrapers meet the sky linin'
My eyes on the prize and not the pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow I want that bumbaclot dough
So I can go uptown and spend the Queen's heads
in the West End, check some beans with my bredren dem
lean from getting pranged all weekend
Wreckin' mics and collectin' cheques
it's that rudie from the East End...
Chorus
OI! It's strictly for the rudebwoys in London
Worldwide in suburbs and inner city dungeons
(?) Buppers and skeets mackin' up the High Street (?)
Never eat Shredded Wheat in Dettwork SouthEast
OI! It's strictly for the rudebwoys in London
All sorts of suburbs and inner city dungeons
(?) Buppers and skeets mackin' up the High Street (?)
Never eat Shredded Wheat in Dettwork Southeast
Verse 2
I keep it proper with my accent, no play-actin'
Strictly UK Black ting, Asian and Anglo-Saxons
Now hear wha'ppen when I'm rappin'
Peace to all the people in Clapham
and all the barbers cuttin' patterns
My visions of the streets vividly rigid as a poor man's handcuffs
Paintin' pictures in rhymes like Van Gogh, I stand tough
Black like my Afro, no dandruff
no Head and Shoulders, no bleach, no rollers, keep your hands off
Directly, Travelcards get me from here to
anywherever my destination is, yeah yeah you're gettin' me, sexy
Buffalocious beenies up in my focus
They used to push a Mini but now they ride in a Lotus
Bible bashers and crack smokers, purse snatchers and posers
bald headed braids walkin' round like Isaac Hayes, Black Moses
Old fogies with cold bogie and runny noses lookin' hopeless
Take notice...
Repeat chorus
Verse 3
Now if I ain't in Brixton you might catch me up in Hackney
on Ridley Road, scopin' all the girls in the jungle clothes
Moschino, Versaces, and Polo
Men in police shirts with Ralph Lauren labels buyin' their bagels
Then I head up north to Seven Sisters, see Muslims doin' business
Jehovah Witnesses givin' out leaflets
It's an everyday routine, you get my meanin'?
steamin', robbin' and stealin' in West Ealin'
Champagne bubblin' from London to Dublin
Muddlin' our merchandise for sovereigns up in Scotland
Comin' thru', comin' thru' like a British Rail train
Blak Twang holds it up for the domain, ya nah mean?
Dett-work, London SE8
All rudebwoy you know fe big up your estate
Dett-work, London SE8
Blak Twang crew, we come fe lick up your gate
Repeat chorus x2
Outro
South-East... mind the gap, old chap
Ha! Stand clear of the doors...
It's that hardcore comin' through...
Ha! Blak Twang and Daddy Lucas in your area
Ha! Dettwork SouthEast....
It's the brand newwwwwwwww lick!
Huh, ya hear me...
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Apr 17, 2001 3:30 PM