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Title: Dettwork South East
Artist: Blak Twang
Label: Sound Of Money
Year: 1996
Album: N/A

Last Modified: 23rd December 2001
Transcribed by: QED
Contact: qed@ukhh.com
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{intro - Dettwork South East,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Original south London trooper,
Blak Twang, live from the big smoke,
Thameslink, London Connections,
Watch the ride or watch the bus.}
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Its like this and this and that,
All across the map,
I chit-chat with a UK-Blak twang when I rap,
laying down facts like British rail tracks,
Cockney rhyming slang, and black conundrums dem pun the dungeon.
This is how we function in London,
From New Cross to Piccadilly Circus,
From tower blocks across the circuit,
No surplus no deficit,
No more no less,
If it's Southeast or Northwest or Shredded Wheat or East,
From Old Kent Road to Ladbroke Grove,
I Lay Low,
Handle most of my biz on my cellular dog and bone,
We pass through Elephant and Castle,
Take the back streets to save the hastle,
Delivering a parcel, Over
The bridge and through the tunnel,
Beyond the horizon,
Where the sky scrapers meet the sky lining,
My eyes on the prize seen,
Not the pot of gold,
At the end of the rainbow I want the bumbaclaat doe.
So I can go up town, and spend,
Dem queens heads in the West End,
Check some bare with my bredrin dem.
Lean from getting pranged all weekend,
Wreckin' mics and collecting cheques,
Its that rudeee from the East End...

{Chorus - Oi this strictly for the rude bwoys in London,
Worldwide in suburbs and inner city dungeons,
Boppers and sweets macking up the high street,
Never eat Shredded Wheat in Dettwork Southeast.}

{Chorus}

I keep it rougher with my accent,
No play acting
Strictly UK black ting,
Asian and Anglo-Saxon,
Now hear w'happen when I’m rappin',
Peace to all the people in Clapham and all the barbers cutting patterns,
My visions of the streets,
Vividly rigid as a poor mans hang-ups,
Painting pictures in rhymes like Van Gough, I stand tuff.
Black like my afro,
No dandruff,
No head and shoulders,
No bleach, no rollers keep your hands off,
Directly,
Travelcards get me from here to any-wherever my destination is,
Yeah yeah you get me, sexy,
Buffalos share beanies up in my focus,
They used to push a mini but now they riding in lotus.
Bible bashers and crack smokers,
Purse snatchers and posers,
Bald headed braids walking round like,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moses,
Old fogies with cold bogey, ya runny noses looking hopeless,
Take Notice.

{Chorus}

Now if I ain’t in Brixton you might catch me up in Hackney,
A riddim role,
Scoping all the girls in the jungle clothes,
Moschino, Versace, and Polo,
Many Police shirts, with Ralph Lauren labels,
Buying dem bagels.
Then I head up North to Seven Sisters,
See Muslims doing business,
Jahovas Witnesses giving out leaflets,
Its an everyday routine,
If you get my meaning,
Steaming,
Robbing and stealing, in West Ealing.
Champagne bubbling from London to Dublin,
Muddling, I merchandise my service up in Scotland,
Coming thru commin thru like a British rail train,
Its Blak Twang holding up for the domain,
You nah wha'mean....

{Chorus}

Goood work London SE8
All rude bwoy you know fe big up your state

Deeettwork London SE8
Blak Twang crew you know fe lick up your gate.

{Chorus}

Outro

Ya na mean, mind the gap old chap,
(Ha!) Stand clear of the doors,
Its that hardcore coming through,
Blak Twang up in your area,
Dettwork Southeast....
Its the brand new lick.