From the big big big big smoke to the big big big big apple,
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Whether you drink drink drink drink coke or sip sip sip sip Snapple,
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From the Capital to capital I'm trying to get that capital,
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Until my name's up in bright lights and capitals,
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In the big big big big city, it's a bit bit bit bit crazy,
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Where babies are having babies that grow up and rob old ladies,
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I've been on the hustle daily trying to get rap to pay me,
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Cause working in gap or Sainsbury's ain't gunna get that Mercedes
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Born in the eighties in London but African raised,
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And I've dreamed of packing those raves since back in the days, it's dreams,
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In the classroom banging on tables till the teacher says,
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Derek sit back and behave
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It seems in my 22 years so much has happened
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But I'm still progressing, bank balance going up per annum,
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But when you're doing rapping Charlie, seems to take a shooting or stabbing to go platinum Charlie,
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I ain't gunna let that happen Charlie.
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City life I love you
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Even though the skies are grey,
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I'll never place no place above you,
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People trying to hustle every night and day,
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Some are living the high life,
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Under the bright lights,
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While others get high and throw their lives away,
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And every night I pray that I don't go insane
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And end up just another product of the city
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It's a bit bit bit bit crazy up in the big big big big smoke,
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If you're a lil lil bit bit lazy you'll end up a lil lil bit bit broke,
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Overseas it seems british folk are known for sniffing coke,
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Being quick witted, and wicked rich and sitting in boats,
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So every time I travel abroad I've gotta set the records straight,
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And represent for all the people who can't afford to flipping go,
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I'm just an ordinary bloke amoungst all these different strokes,
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Trying to stay afloat without doing no fraud or dealing dope,
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Street lights, street life, all a flipping joke,
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But I've come up a bit, had a good heart that toughened up a bit,
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Look in the mirror kissed the good guy good bye,
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Then exchanged my pucker-up lips for a stiff upper lip,
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Little rob's jacking, watch him hold'em up with arms,
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Kids are getting killed round these sides
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And certain role models ain't doing jack but holding up their arms,
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And that's just to do peace signs-these times are crazy
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[Chorus]
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No place for the weak every race is chasing paper seven days of the week,
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And the streets just sound like music, 'cause kids care recording criminal records- the police are the beat
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The steaks are high and everybody wants to eat
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Youths use weapons as ladders to step up on these high streets,
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Equals violence, then comes the violins,
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Then comes the sirens, then comes the silence,
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Life's the best teacher and I'm trying to study hard,
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So I can graduate up into the upper class
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Front line like queen latifah in set it off,
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Take notes like a bank robber in a rubber mask,
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Frontline like Chiefa we take while others ask,
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Duct tape the rap game, rape the pop world,
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Make off take another path, maybe politics,
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No mate don't take that for another laugh,
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[Chorus]
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