| So the stories told in London Town,
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| From the east and the west we come,
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| And we’ll all feel better tomorrow,
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| When the lord does come.
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| It could a Cartier or a Rolex,
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| Presidential threat to magary,
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| hi-tech yes I can tell by the heartbeat,
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| And you can probably take a pretty chick from a party,
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| But guess what time don’t wait for no man,
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| Upside down 'til no sand it won’t slow down,
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| It’s going it’s going 'till it’s gone,
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| It feels right 'till you notice that it’s gone,
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| And why can’t we all get along,
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| It’s peace whenever I turn the mic on,
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| It’s beef whenever I turn to violence,
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| It’s deep in the east I’m deep in the beats,
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| I sleep on the beach and see my nephew see 24,
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| Am I easily pleased umm I just wanna clean up my community,
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| And throw a party for the whole street hardly asking for a whole leap,
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| It’s deeper than music it’s a movement now sing along to it Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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| But sometimes you have to fight, struggle, grind, hustle
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| And you get no peace and too much trouble no range rover with rims on,
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| Put your headphones on and sing along,
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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| If you just get by the pence and ain’t got no money for the rent,
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| When your self motivations gone put your headphones on and sing along,
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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| So the stories told in London Town
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| From the east and the west we come,
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| And we’ll all feel better tomorrow,
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| When the lord does come.
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| Look times of the essence rhyming’s a weapon,
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| Metal detectors and lines at the entrance,
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| See I made the news when my gig pulled,
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| Same show next year no violence at all,
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| But no more rap breaks and academies,
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| But I’d like to see them shut down McD’s,
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| Cause they shootin' nah made you look,
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| You’re the slave to the page in a cheque-book
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| Did use a few G’s to the police,
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| Just to put a show on for the fans to see,
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| If you listen the I’ll spit the lyric,
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| In N.W.A style and start killin' 'em
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| Nah I just wanna make them see,
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| Spit my verses say my piece,
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| Get off my back it’ll make my sleep,
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| A hell of a lot easier this week,
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| Cause time in the present life is a lesson,
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| I’m still learning trying for perfection,
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| I’m still giving you fire on the record,
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| The vinyl’s like Ryu’s fireballs,
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| Yes I’ve got the road the world’s my oyster,
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| I want the globe it’s DDDamon you already know,
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| KKA N to the O if mumsies hardly at home,
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| You and your bro share the same clothes,
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| Work ain’t done cause your baby sittin'
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| Fell free sing along to the riddim
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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| If you grew up without no dad,
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| And everything you want you can’t have,
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| Lost love ones and you really miss em'
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| Feel free sing along to the riddim,
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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| Just feel free sing along to the riddim,
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| Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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| So the stories told in London Town,
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| From the east and the west we come,
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| And we’ll all feel better tomorrow,
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| When the lord does come |