East London Is Back

Lyrics

[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