It's who dares wins in the city

Sit pretty

Locked On not Tripoli

Get dressed for the party

As i spit simile after simile



Got the latest Nikes on my feet

The streets merely reflect this bass line and beat

Lock on to 102.6 the streets

Kronenburg double doves and herbs actions speak louder than words

Get fucked up sat on the curb

Street geezers

Accept me as your own

Let me make myself at home

I just ain't a clone

Still got the monsta boy ring tone though

Raised as a northern star

With a London underground travel card.





[Thanks to tom3t0@hotmail.com for these lyrics]