Im talking fifty years deep we aint switching the team

Im waking up in the yard youre the pitch to the scheme

No fictional dream im talking the mud and the graft

The blood and the laughs cutting the fucking bullshit in half

Im the catalyst the analyst the man whos handling the pressure

Im the catalyst of agony a tragedy in a sweater

Im the north london anomaly the poverty is the measure

Of the honesty were breathing while were seeking out the treasure

The mundane and the madness the pains and the sadness

Were taking the lot holding the reins to the baddest

Wherever we step that is the favourite spot

Whether were skint on the pavement or saving a lot

Its me and its you through the grey and the blue

Every possible life im staying stapled to you

Intertwined like the wiring in a damp council flat

Im the king of the gutter fuck a crown and a hat

We growing old hand in hand when the story unfolds

This aint a thing you can buy this aint a thing that gets sold

I know it gets heavy right

Roads look peak mandem talking on your name

Dwp breathing down your neck condensation dripping off the single glaze

Its easy to throw the towel in

But we dont do that we dont fucking fold

Cause youre a warrior built from the dirt and the grime

Created through challenges putting the work in the time

When youre thinking youre done and you got nothing to give

Remember the bravery remember the reason we live

Fierceness courage cutting right through the facade

You got this locked bruv we going hard in the yard

Ad lib yeah you got this trust me

Twelve rules of the streets keep em locked in the brain

Dont let these pricks rent space in your head for free

Lets go

Rule one the trajectorys a memory dont look at the rearview

Rule two a pagans view is vacant mate theyre shaking when they near you

Rule three the industry of misery is distinct for every soul

Rule four theyre insecure theyre immature theyre digging out your hole

Rule five the overthinkings peaking its a weakness in the mind

Rule six the happiness is internal its a thing you gotta find

Rule seven the perception of your session is the essence of the mood

Rule eight a smile is infectious dont be pressed by some dude

Rule nine the kindness is a currency that doesnt cost a quid

Rule ten you gotta bury all the shitty things they ever fucking did

Eleven its a cycle yeah the karmas a malignant disease

And twelve just give it time because the clock is gonna fix the freeze

Rapid fire finish

Im the lyrical miracle clinical pinnacle cynical man with a plan in his hand

Im the north london general chemical edible incredible king of the land

Cause youre a warrior built from the dirt and the grime

Created through challenges putting the work in the time

When youre thinking youre done and you got nothing to give

Remember the bravery remember the reason we live

Fierceness courage cutting right through the facade

You got this locked bruv we going hard in the yard

Yeah

Thats the n15 blueprint

Fifty years twelve rules one warrior

Dont let the council estates and the grey skies swallow you whole

Youre the architect of the madness

Youve got this

A mac n15 out

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