Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blak Twang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Olabode
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucas
Producer
VRS
Co-Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dettwork Southeast
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Original south London trooper
Blak Twang, live from the Big Smoke
Thames link, London connections
Watch the ride or watch the bus
[Verse 2]
It's like this, and this, and that
All across the map
I chit-chat with a UK Blak Twang when I rap
Laying down facts like British rail tracks
Cockney rhymin' slang and black conundrums, dem pun the dungeon
This is how we function in London
From Newcross to Picadilly Circus
In tower blocks across the circuit
No surplus, no deficit, no more, no less
If it's Southeast or Northwest, or shredded wheat, or East
From Old Kent Road to Ladbroke Grove, I lay low
Handle most of my biz on my cellular dog and bone
We pass through, Elephant and Castle
Take the backstreets to save the hassle
When delivering a parcel over the bridge and through the tunnel
Beyond the horizon where the skyscrapers meet the sky linin'
My eyes on the prize, not the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow, I want the bumbaclot dough
So I can go uptown and spend dem Queen's heads in the West End
Check some beans with my bredrin dem
Lean from gettin' prenged all weekend
Wreckin' mics and collectin' checks, it's that rudey from the East End
[Verse 3]
This strictly for the rude boys in London
Worldwide in suburbs and inner city dungeons
Boppers and sweets mackin' up the high street
Never eat shredded wheat in Dettwork Southeast
This strictly for the rude boys in London
All sorts of suburbs and inner city dungeons
Boppers and sweets mackin' up the high street
Never eat shredded wheat in Dettwork Southeast
[Verse 4]
I keep it rougher with my accent, no play actin'
Strictly UK black ting, Asian and Anglo-Saxon
Now hear what happenin' 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 hang-ups
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, travel cards get me from here to any wherever my destination is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you gettin' me, sexy
Buffalo's she's been is up in my focus
They used to push a Mini but now they ridin' a Lotus
Bible bashers and crack smokers
Purse snatchers and posers
Bald-headed braids walkin' 'round like Isaac Hayes
Black Moses, old fogees with cold bogey
Your runny noses lookin' hopeless, take notice
[Verse 5]
This strictly for the rude boys in London
Worldwide in suburbs and inner city dungeons
Boppers and sweets mackin' up the high street
Never eat shredded wheat in Dettwork Southeast
This strictly for the rude boys in London
All sorts of suburbs and inner city dungeons
Boppers and sweets mackin' up the high street
Never eat shredded wheat in Dettwork Southeast
[Verse 6]
Now if I ain't up in Brixton, you might catch me up in Hackney
A riddim role, scoping all the girls in the jungle clothes
Moschino, Versace, and Polo
Many police shirts with Ralph Lauren labels buyin' dem bagels
Then I head up North to Seven Sisters
See muslims doin' business
Jehovah's Witnesses giving out leaflets, it's an everyday routine
If you get my meaning, steaming
Robbin' and stealin' in West Ealing
Champagne bubbling from London to Dublin
Maudlin, I merchandise my service up in Scotland
Comin' through, comin' through like a British rail train
Blak Twang holdin' up for the domain, you know what I mean?
[Verse 7]
Good work London SE8
All rude boy know fi big up your state
Good work London SE8
Blak Twang come and lick off your plate
[Verse 8]
This strictly for the rude boys in London
Worldwide in suburbs and inner city dungeons
Boppers and sweets mackin' up the high street
Never eat shredded wheat in Dettwork SouthEast
This strictly for the rude boys in London
All sorts of suburbs and inner city dungeons
Boppers and sweets mackin' up the high street
Never eat shredded wheat in Dettwork SouthEast
[Verse 9]
This strictly for the rude boys in London
Worldwide in suburbs and inner city dungeons
Boppers and sweets mackin' up the high street
Never eat shredded wheat in Dettwork Southeast
This strictly for the rude boys in London
All sorts of suburbs and inner city dungeons
Boppers and sweets mackin' up the high street
Never eat shredded wheat in Dettwork Southeast
Written by: Tony Olabode