Twang - The Boppers

Dettwork south east

Yeah yeah yeah yheah

Original south London trooper

Blak Twang, live from the big smoke

Thames link, London connections

Watch the ride or watch the bus

Its like this and this and that

All accross the map

I chit-chat with a UK-Blak twang when I rap

Layin down facts like british rail tracks

Cockney rhymin slang, and black conundrums dem pun the dungeon

This is how I function in London

From Newcross to Picadilly circus

From tower blocks accross the circuit

No surplus no deficit

No more no less

If its southeast or northwest or shredded wheat or EAST

From Old kent road to Ladbroke grove

I lay low

Handle most of my biz on my cellular dog and bone

We pass through, Elephant and Castle

Take the backstreets to save the hastle

Deliverin a parcel, Over

The bridge and through the tunnel

Beyond the horizen

Where the sky scrapers meet the sky linin

My eyes on the prize seen

Not the pot of gold

At the end of the rainbow I want the bumbaclot doh

So I can go up town, and spend

Dem queens heads in the west end

Check some beans wiv my bredrin dem

Lean from getting prenged all weekend

Wreckin mics and collectin cheques

Its that rudeee from the east end…

OI this strictly for the rudebwoys in London

Worldwide in suburbs and inner city dungeons

Boppers and sweets mackin up the high street

Never eat shreded wheat in Dettwork Southeast

OI this strictly for the rudebwoys in London

All sorts of suburbs and inner city dungeons

Boppers and sweets mackin up the high street

Never eat shreded wheat in Dettwork Southeast

I keep it rougher with my accent

No play actin

Strikly UK black ting

Asian and anglo-saxon

Now hear whappen when im rappin

Peace to all the people in Clapham and all the barbers cuttin pattens

My visions of the streets

Vividly rigid like a poor mans hangups

Paintin pictures in rhymes like Van Gough, I stand tuff

Black like my afro

No dandruff

No head and shoulders

No bleach no rollers keep your hands off

Directly

Travelcards get me from here to anywherever my destination be

Yeah yeah you get me, sexy

Buffalo ???

up in my focus

They used to push a mini but now they ridin in lotus

Bible bashers and crack smokers

Purves, snatchers and posers

Bald headed braids walkin round like

Isaac Hayes

Black moses

Old fogees with cold bogey, ya runny noses lookin hopeless

TAKE NOTICE

Now if I ain’t in Brixton you might catch me up in Hackney

A riddim role

Scopin all the girls in the jungle clothes

Moschino, Versace, and Polo

Many police shirts, with Ralph Lauren labels

Buyin dem bagels

Then I head up norht to Seven Sisters

See Muslims doin business

Jahovas witnesses handin out leaflets

Its an everyday routine

If you get my meanin

Steamin

Robbin and stealin, in west ealin

Champagne bubblin from London to Dublin

Mudlin?

I merchandise my service up in scotland

Commin tru commin tru like a british rail train

Its Blak Twang holdin up for the domain

You’no’w’mean…

Chourus repeated…

GOOOOD work London SE8

All rudbwoy you know fe big up your state

Deeeeettwork London SE8

Blak Twang crew you know fe lick up your gate

Chorus repeated…

Outro

Ya na mean, mind the gap old chap

(HA) Stand clear of the doors

Its that hardcore commin through

Blak Twang up in your area

Dettwork Southeast…

Its the brand new lick