[untitled] Songtext
von Rodney P

Fast paced, no time to wait

That′s London
City on the grind, only capital of its kind
That's London
Rich mix of cultures, races and faces
That′s London

And its function
Is to stand tall as the epitome of class in this world
Providing a little something for everyone
Just as long as they know where to find it

Live shows, coffee stops, pop-up shops
Anything you want
But make sure you can afford it
'Cause it ain't a free ride, there isn′t always sunshine
And if you snooze, you don′t just lose, you get annihilated
The first rung getting harder for feet to reach
Packed tubes, cold stares, pregnant ladies not getting a seat


London's burning
Fetch the engines, pour on water
Not for the riots but to cool the backs
Of the poor souls in the high rises
Feeling the heat of the price rises

Forever moving forward
But some things are never changing
Same hopes, same dreams, same games people playing
But the fittest will survive and the smart will live like kings
So spread your wings
Mix it with the high rollers, take in the city air and breathe

Cruise through these London streets
In a German whip and a challenge Jeep
And believe
That nothing in this life will ever come cheap
Big plans, big ballers trying to stay on top or reach their peak
Fresh fashion, high tech, big beats
This London hits, the crowd rolls deep


Changing times
Regeneration before our eyes
This place is charged up, raw and alive
You better get what you need, do what you got to do to get by
Fight for your prize, your rights, your life
No prisoners taken
Old school foundation getting shaken with London life

But that′s London, right?
London life

Rude boy is now
Ragamuffin and we full up of flow
It's like go
Yo

It′s the L-O-N-D-O in case you were wondering
London has never been no one thing it comes in
Many different shapes and forms, it's all things to all men
Paupers and kings, they all blend in the city where the Thames is
The inner cities where most of me and my friends live
It′s what they call the ends is
And try and know the rewards can be endless
If you hustle and your hustle is relentless

But listen
On these here Roman roads
It's the souls of the people they sold
They called old money
And built Parliament
And bought armaments
To settle all arguments

And build an empire, yo
Real talk, that was a boost for them
But them chickens coming back home to roost again

And now all these summers later
With all this flavour
There ain't a city greater

Anyone could be your neighbour in the big smoke
Inside the M25
There′s a real strong urge to survive

So we ride
In a city full of vibes
We rave
And we know where the trouble is
We just can′t behave

This is London
You hear me?

Big H and every ever ready slow and move
Representing all the muscle in the crew
You know how we do
Big Dutch is stinking