From the streets of London, tea in hand
Swagger so sharp, nearly cut me own brand
Top hat tilted, lingo full of slang
Mind's a bazooka, no need for a bang
Knockin' back pints in the local pub
Verses hit harder than a hooligan's club
Union Jack on my back, rep the town loud
Wordplay cheekier than a local crowd
Oi, cheeky git, spittin' fire real quick
Tongue sharp as a blade, never miss a trick
City lights flicker, rhymes never bitter
Laughin' at the haters with me pint of bitter
Stroll through Camden, top off the crown
Rhymes flow smoother than the Thames through town
Fashion so dapper, wit so snappy
Catch me on the corner, always happy chappy
Penny farthing, cycle through time
Mix past with the present, craftin' pure prime
Brick Lane market, dodge the fishy stalls
Lyrical Picasso spray-paintin' walls
Oi, cheeky git, spittin' fire real quick
Tongue sharp as a blade, never miss a trick
City lights flicker, rhymes never bitter
Laughin' at the haters with me pint of bitter