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| When I bop through these ends,
| Follow me on a trot through the East End,
| Where we wear our hoodies in all seasons,
| Licking shots,
| Dodging police,
| Constables,
| Walking with punk under balls,
| Jeans to low,
| To ever consider,
| Running or Jumping walls,
| When I walk around here there's a couple of rules,
| Don't bling around here, tuck your jewels,
| Unless you wanna get done by the wolves,
| And don't fight back,
| The knife can be so uncomfortable,
| Before the changes,
| Before the Shell garage had the Sainsburys,
| I walk the streets daily,
| And one ten for big fat goes in the navy,
| Black hoodies,
| Nike tracksuits and hats,
| Who'll fit caps and chaps,
| Jewellery fact, all that
| Attracts all these cats,
| Looking to lash on your goodies,
| You can run but that's hard to dance
| Between the cracks and by karma,
| There's many murders you never heard about,
| Why do you think they call it the Murder Mall.
| Cause they talk about violence like they know it,
| And this is never what their life was,
| So righteous,
| When a few weeks ago,
| A bullet missed and struck a minor,
| Oh my High Road,
| Good old Upper Clapton High Road,
| Northolt,
| Wigan,
| Southall,
| Leeds,
| All my Upper Clapton People,
| This ain't your regular two step,
| Routine, take a few steps for me,
| Left foot, right foot, best foot, first,
| When I walk around here,
| Your best to walk firm,
| So follow trend if you wanna' stand the chance,
| Follow the steps and let's do the upper clapton dance.
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| If your flash,
| With your cash,
| Then invest,
| Buy a mash,
| And a vest,
| To match,
| Protect your stash, look
| Haters hate me but don't hate them,
| Just do your thing and ignore them,
| Lifes a bitch with problems,
| So fuck it,
| Come share them, Look,
| Rubber guys you gotta watch them,
| Move to you, you got to pop them,
| Do or die you got to take them,
| Let it slide,
| You're a victim,
| Ride with your pride,
| Ride with the 9,
| Get caught,
| Then your pissed then,
| Jus' ride the time,
| Do the Time,
| Mistakes, We can all fix them,
| Get six years,
| Serve three,
| Get a kitchen job, that's me,
| (Took) Top bunk, bunk bed,
| Fuck sidelines,
| It's rent free,
| This ain't me,
| But it could be,
| Cause road lifes sturdy,
| You beef it,
| If it's worth it,
| You go inside you respect it,
| Respect it, Ride it,
| Use the time to reflect in it,
| Get out, start changing it,
| Change shits do shutting it,
| But back in the Grime,
| Back to Action,
| Back to the hate,
| Back to Clapton,
| Haters hate but don't hate them,
| Stack your bits and show them,
| This ain't your regular two step,
| Routine, take a few steps for me,
| Left foot, right foot, best foot, first foot,
| When you walk around here,
| You best to walk firm,
| So follow trend if you wanna stand the chance,
| Follow the steps and let's do the upper clapton dance.
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| Let me tell you what Grimes about,
| To the media people,
| That runs their mouth,
| Too negative about what guns about,
| So we got a hard time trying to find something positive to rhyme about,
| But if your minding that,
| Jump on the 253,
| It's up, try finding that,
| If you're lying, you'll be dying,
| Put a gun to your brain,
| From here to the roundabout,
| To get murdered,
| And go on like nobody know'em,
| But it's a murder saw'em and show'em,
| It's so dumb,
| Lead people believe and who believe,
| These bars ain't going,
| We get banned from putting our show on,
| We get banned from tv and so on,
| Never hear the way the man go on,
| And easy,
| Believe me,
| You don't come past, and fast,
| And your cars gone,
| Look, stare and your cuts won't last long,
| Gold rings and I'll take every last one,
| Upper Clapton dance with a mask on,
| Go on step in and won't pull a fast one,
| Seek to many men,
| Pass on, this one could be my last song,
| And the reason I see man rolling,
| And the hurts get worse from first to the last one.
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