Dettwork Southeast

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

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 we function in London
From Newcross to Picadilly Circus
From tower blocks across 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 hassle
When delivering a parcel, over
The bridge and through the tunnel
Beyond the horizon
Where the sky scrapers meet the sky lining
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 with my bredrin dem
Lean from getting prenged all weekend
Wreckin' mics and collectin cheques
Its that rudey from the east end...

[Chorus]

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 shredded 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 shredded wheat in Dettwork Southeast

[Verse 2]

I keep it rougher with my accent
No play actin
Strictly UK black ting
Asian and Anglo-Saxon
Now hear wah 'appen when im rappin
Peace to all the people in Clapham
And all the barbers cutting patterns
My visions of the streets
Vividly rigid as a poor mans hangups
Painting pictures in rhymes like Van Gough, I stand tough
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 any wherever my destination is
Yeah yeah you get me, sexy
Buffalo [?] up in my focus
They used to push a Mini but now they riding a 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!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

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 north to Seven Sisters
See Muslims doing business
Jahovas witnesses handing out leaflets
Its an everyday routine
If you get my meanin
Steamin
Robbin and stealing, in West Ealing
Champagne bubblin from London to Dublin
Mudlin? I merchandise my service up in Scotland
Comin' tru comin' tru like a British rail train
Its Blak Twang holdin up for the domain
You know what I mean...

[Chorus]

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]

[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