Londoner

Londoner INTRO: Ai bruv, you know wots been really pissin me off lately? All you people, who even think you know about, uk, england London, whatever And try and chat about we don't know nothin about rap Ha, like you're any better at spittin You know what, just shut the fuck up... CHORUS 1: Maybe it's cause I'm from London If you wanna test us come then I'll always be from London If you wanna run your gums run them VERSE 1: Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner People think I ain't a good lyric coungerer Maybe it's cause they think that I come-from-the Ends where they drink tea with a napkin under-the Table, stead' of a zoot-on-my-knee You man must think I got a suit-that-I-keep On a coat hanger, next to my boots-and-a-sweet Little bowl next to that, full of fruit-that-I-eat Ha, more like I'm sittin-in-brix- -ton, just enough money to be rippin-the-bits Off this new ecko hoody litterin'-clips Lickin-the-tips Of my fingers from chicken-n'-chips Sayin, 'I should leave rap-to-the-yanks'! Ha, yea when your stacked-full-of-ants Still chattin' about gats-and-the-shanks Actin' g'd up til they're back-from-the-banks Or maybe it's cause I'm british I gotta hear these american critics Givin me all their fuckin analytics Bout how rap ain't for brits gettin skittish On myspace messagin me some Shit bout rap ain't for United Kingdome I don't give a shit where your from Far as I'm concerned you can suck your mum!................ CHORUS 2: Maybe It's cause I'm from London If you wanna test us come then I'll always be from London If you wanna run your gums, run them, cause: I'M A LONDONER X4 VERSE 2: Maybe it's because I'm English And rappers round here ain't that distinguished People think that we're dead and extinguished And'd make more money goin' out to sing-wish You a merry christmas, in some gay-team I don't care how U.K may-seem From some neeky Harry Potter movies they've-seen Cause you ain't really ready for the U.K-scene It ain't all pretty on London turf Fuck around, you'll end up in someone's herse If you run your gums n don't think for you run them first Ends in London where the young one's burst Gats, wot? You really think it's all jokes? Look up in the sky n see umbrellas holding blokes? Each wavin n dancin around as he floats? With a grin accross his face like he's over dosed on coke?? Well maybe It's coz I rep UK That I don't really give a fuck wot you say You can think we walk round wearin a toopee We're the new breed lookin for some new prey So if your hatin for you it's a pity Cause number one you don't have a clue your not witty Number two you'll get slu if your lippy Ha, I'll always stay true to my city................