East London Is Back

[intro]
Yeah
Max
Man know what time it is, yeah?
Danny Weed
Do this ting, East London, yeah?
Hear what I'm saying

[Verse 1]
Yo, grime's what I do
I'm on top of the rest like I'm on the roof
Off the radar, yeah, I'm Kiss, you're Deja, I ain't got time for your crew
Yeah, fam, I feel nice in the booth
Second opinion, I couldn't really care for, in reality, it's all lies you produce
Couldn't live life in my shoes, tough luck, it's not ghostwriting when I'm writing for you
I'm doing my ting, so you're likely to lose
You can be the forums favourite, but it's bare nerds on their PC lying to you
Get on my nerves, you'll be dead in a hearse, so make sure all them lines are the truth
I'm not second or third, I'll better your verse with the worst stuff I have produced

[Chorus]
I'm representing the thugs in the flats
And I'm telling everybody East London is back
It's not long when I jump on the track
So I'm telling everybody East London is back
I got bars that are hotter than a Bunsen
Your favourite MCs, I'm amongst them
I got a brand new styley for them
And I'm telling everybody East London is back

[Verse 2]
Yo, I'm on a next ting
Man couldn't keep up, so I left him
Diss me, I retaliate worse than a curse, my words are preferred, it's a next ting
Straight out of the East, got a mountain of grief, on my back when I'm tryna be resting
All eyes on me when I stepped in
But I can't be arsed for the grief, who's harder than me? Full stop, I will end him
You can't rally beats, I roll deep like Danny Weed and I get high off the lem ting
You can't battle me one up, I ain't having none of, take my advice, bring a friend in
But tell him it's me and he'll never believe that he's gonna get slewed by a veteran
I spend time with the book and the pen ting

[Chorus]
I'm representing the thugs in the flats
And I'm telling everybody East London is back
It's not long when I jump on the track
So I'm telling everybody East London is back
I got bars that are hotter than a Bunsen
Your favourite MCs, I'm amongst them
I got a brand new styley for them
And I'm telling everybody East London is back

[Verse 3]
Yo, more tunes than a hard drive
Who's telling them I can't write?
Either you love me or hate me, I'm similar to marmite
Them ABCs couldn't pass I
Let me done them again
Going on like your dogs can't get slumped with a skeng
There's no time to run to your friends
That's real talk, there's no lies in one thing I said
Kicked out the game's what you get
Me, I stroll out the queue, then I bump in again
I spit lyrics at a hundred events
'Cah I'm putting in a hundred percent
These chumps are the dead
I'm still about for the dough
If money's involved, then I'm out of my home
My neighbours will tell you I'm out of control
And I ain't changed, still rowdy on road

[Chorus]
I'm representing the thugs in the flats
And I'm telling everybody East London is back
It's not long when I jump on the track
So I'm telling everybody East London is back
I got bars that are hotter than a Bunsen
Your favourite MCs, I'm amongst them
I got a brand new styley for them
And I'm telling everybody East London is back
I'm representing the thugs in the flats
And I'm telling everybody East London is back
It's not long when I jump on the track
So I'm telling everybody East London is back
I got bars that are hotter than a Bunsen
Your favourite MCs, I'm amongst them
I got a brand new styley for them
And I'm telling everybody East London is back