Upper Clapton Dance
Wanna bop through these ends?Follow me on a trot through the East EndWhere we wear our hoodies in all seasonsLicking shots, dodging police constablesWalking with punk under ballsJeans too low to ever to considerRunning or jumping wallsWhen I walk around here there's a couple of rulesDon't bling around here, tuck your jewelsUnless you wanna get done by the wolvesAnd don't fight backA knife can be so uncomfortableBefore the changesBefore the Shell garage had the Sainsbury’sI walked the street dailyAnd one ten for big fat goes in the navyBlack hoodies, Nike tracksuits and hatsWho'll fit caps and chapsJewelery fact, all thatAttracts all these catsLooking to lash on your goodiesYou can run but that's harderDancing between the cracks and black karmaThere's so many murders you never heard aboutWhy do you think they call it the Murder Mile?'Cause they talk about violence like they knowAnd this is never what their life wasSo righteous, when a few weeks agoA bullet missed and struck a minorOh my old High RoadGood old Upper Clapton High RoadNorthwold, Wigan, Southwald, LeaviewAll my Upper Clapton peeps
This ain't your regular two step routineTake a few steps with meLeft foot, right foot, best foot, first footWhen you walk around hereYou're best to walk firmSo follow trend if you wanna stand a chanceFollow the steps and let's do the Upper Clapton dance
If you’re flash with your cashThen invest, buy a mashAnd a vest to matchProtect your stash, lookHaters hate but don’t hate themJust do your ting and ignore themLife’s a bitch with problemsSo fuck it, come share them, lookRubber guys you gotta watch themMove to you, you got to pop themDo or die, you got to take themLet it slide, you're a victimRide with your prideRide with the 9Get caught, then you’re pissed thenJust ride the time, do the TimeMistakes, we can all fix themGet six years, serve threeGet a kitchen job, that's meTook top bunk, bunk bedFuck signing on, it's rent freeThis ain't me, but it could be'Cause road life’s unsturdyYou beef it if it's worth itYou go inside you respect itRespect it, ride itUse the time to reflect in itGet out, start changing itChange shits do shutting itBut back in the grime, back to actionBack to the hate, back to ClaptonHaters hate but don’t hate themStack your bits and show them
This ain't your regular two step routineTake a few steps with meLeft foot, right foot, best foot, first footWhen you walk around hereYou're best to walk firmSo follow trend if you wanna stand a chanceFollow the steps and let's do the Upper Clapton dance
Let me tell you what that grime's aboutTo the media people that run their mouthToo many of them knives and them guns aboutSo we got a hard time trying to find something positive to rhyme aboutBut if you’re mind's in doubtJump on the 253Yourself and try finding outIf we think that you're lying, you'll be dying nowPut a gun to your brainFrom here to the roundaboutTo get murderedAnd go on like nobody know 'emBut it's a murder in Soham and show 'emIt's so dumbLead people believe and who believeThese bars ain't going, swear downWe get banned from putting our show onWe get banned from TV and so on, swear downNever hear the way the man go onIt ain’t easyBelieve meYou don't come past, and fastAnd your cars goneLook, stare and your cuts won't last longGold rings and I'll take every last oneUpper Clapton dance with a mask onGo on, step in and they won't pull a fast oneSeek too many menPass on, this one could be my last songAnd the reason I see man rollingAnd the hearses get worse from first to the last one