The Big Smoke

[Suburban]

The melting pot never felt this hot; it's been brimming, over spilling, filled with villains

The big smoke; a city littered with mad folk

Pitiless lad bloke who knock knock for fun like a bad joke

So live in hope or run like cracked yoke

And fuck peace peeps wanna make p's and meet ends

From yuppies to felons; the in-between's living cream

They sneak down the street cus even, Charities wanna piece, missionaries on commision

It's mission steer clear of eye to eye

Or get noticed and hypnotised by the homeless

But most is dead broke boasting bare clothes

Staring through windows of Bairstows

Wondering which logos the jones owns, Popping collars, dropping dollars

Trying to blow B-I-G like Chris Wallace, But dressing flawlessy draws raw envy

Sweater vendettas and shoe feuds

'cus Tubulars are through the roof

Need a penny or two for a spending spree

Pay day's a week away and if they lend to me

How will the youth learn the truth Of it all truant at school

The troubled crowd are the mentors now, I don't see many men, like peter pan

Just a lot of lost boys plotting hard to be a man

Riding fine blue lines, living off script

In this nondescript hell for many Yearning for fairy tales from Hail Marys

Lads lack peace without practice, born forlorn barely Baptist

More cannabis in their fists than pacafist They'd rather play pass the spliff with the pastor

'till he's most high, head spinning and forgives them for their sinning

[Sir. Real]

Staying on track, please mind the gap

man jacked by hood rats, living in the flats

clapping wraps for cash, they feed on scraps

blade was flashed, and his moby got taxed

don't worry bout that, cat making mad stacks

5 bed house detached, and fat contracts

kickbacks, 3 holidays a year & fine wines

travels on the black line, to the daily grind

sheep never speak, on the underground

headphones on, to drown out other sounds

clones scrolling down, caught in the matrix

eyes always watching, all under surveillance

peeping you, even if doing nothing illegal

estimated, one camera every 14 people

even one big eye, dominate the skyline

history stand beside, brand new design

like hip hop, the city is a world culture capital

fashionable meet casual, valuable mix classical

unstoppable non affable, taxable if it breathe

sleazy street thieves, heaters and meat cleavers

beef eaters guard jewels, Yo brexit ain't cool

fit romanian girls here, improve our gene pool

money well spent, its hell and heaven sent

nearly 2 Gs per month, just for the rent

cuts on medication, and fees on education

fucking you hard, with some deep penetration

gentrification thorough, of the 32 boroughs

removing other colours, working class mothers

worth it for the wonders - from central to suburbs

sculptures, structures, gutters and the gunners

short summers still stunning, even if it pouring

buying steak and slim skins, 4 in the morning.

[Bugmaster Flex]

London city sometimes shitty always gritty

has no pity, for a fool the streets are cruel

listen to me, its running through me

the grey rain the sound of the train

its talking to me, its soothing the pain

i came for the gold, getting to old now

to sleep in the cold, atishoo

i sell big issue for a shekel

once a rebel, now just an empty vessel

cursed by the devil, in the city washed clean

with tears i shed, blood i bled

hobo blows to the head, aint been fed

now i'm feeling kind of demented

cemented to this place, disgraced and resented

by the ones with power burning people in towers

hiding in the palace should be embarrassed the cowards

another quick shower, it seem to last all day

precipitation, euston station find a place to stay

and lay my head down, kip for a bit

woke up freezing and for some reason covered in spit

another hit, another blow to the ego

thats how the day go, got no pay flow

lay low on the skid row.