Upper Clapton Dance (Bonus Track) [feat. Chynaman and Cores]

When I bop through these ends Follow me on a trek through the East End Where we wear our hoodies in all seasons Licking shots, dodging police Constables Walking with punk under balls Jeans too low to ever to consider Running or jumping walls When I walk around here there's a couple of rules Don't bling around here, tuck your jewels Unless you wanna get done by the wolves And don't fight back A knife can be so Uncomfortable Before the changes Before the Shell garage had the Sainsbury's I walked the street daily And one ten for big fat goes in the navy Black hoodies Nike tracksuits and hats Who'll fit caps and chaps Jewelery fact, all that Attracts all these cats Looking to lash on your goodies You can run but that's harder Dancing between the cracks and by karma There's so many murders you never heard about Why do you think they call it the Murder Mile? Cause they talk about violence like they know And this is never what their life was So righteous When a few weeks ago A bullet missed and struck a minor Oh my old High Road Good old Upper Clapton High Road Northolt Wigan Southall Leeds You all my upper Clapton peeps This ain't your regular two step Routine, take a few steps for me Left foot, right foot, best foot, first foot When you walk around here You best to walk firm So follow trend if you wanna stand a chance Follow the steps and let's do the upper Clapton dance If you're flash With your cash Then invest Buy a mash And a vest To match Protect Your stash, look Haters hate but don't hate them Just do your thing and ignore them Life's a bitch with problems So fuck it Come share them, look Rubber guys you gotta watch them Move to you, you got to pop them Do or die you got to take them Let it slide, you're a victim Ride with your pride Ride with the 9 Get caught Then you're pissed then Just ride the time Do the Time Mistakes, we can all fix them Get six years Serve three Get a kitchen job, that's me Took top bunk, bunk bed Fuck signing on It's rent free This ain't me But it could be Cos road life's unsturdy You beef it If it's worth it You go inside you respect it Respect it, ride it Use the time to reflect in it Get out, start changing it Change shits do shutting it But back in the grime Back to action Back to the hate Back to Clapton Haters hate but don't hate them Stack your bits and show them This ain't your regular two step Routine, take a few steps for me Left foot, right foot, best foot, first foot When you walk around here You best to walk firm So follow trend if you wanna stand the chance Follow the steps and let's do the upper Clapton dance Let me tell you what grime's about To all the media people That run their mouth Too negative about what guns about So we got a hard time trying to find something positive to rhyme about But if you're minding that Jump on the 253 It's up, try finding that If you're lying, you'll be dying now Put a gun to your brain From here to the roundabout To get murdered And go on like nobody know 'em But it's a murder in Soham and show 'em It's so dumb Lead people believe and who believe These bars ain't going, swear down We get banned from putting our show on We get banned from tv and so on, swear down Never hear the way the man go on It ain't easy Believe me You don't come past, and fast And your cars gone Look, stare and your cuts won't last long Gold rings and I'll take every last one Upper Clapton dance with a mask on Go on step in and won't pull a fast one Seek too many men Pass on, this one could be my last song And the reason I see man rolling And the hearses get worse from first to the last one