Random Antics

[Verse 1: Kano]

Rah Rah East London madness

I'm that kid who the fuck is Alex

Straight one take I don't need no ad-libs

Tom Ford shades so the booth is blackness

Watch no face when you see the Ballys

Dolce belt so the jeans are sagging

Rah Rah East London madness

Im KA who the fuck is Alice

Back to beers I don't burn the chalice

Run them clubs like I'm the caddy

Rah Rah East London madness

I'm about this who the fucks about this?

I ain't tryna rise no shots or stabbings

But stab that pussy if he chats about me

Bo! Bo! Call the ambulance

My niggas went over the top like hats is

I meant ? but they're lying in that shit

But say something get sparked like matches

Kick down doors like fuck the latches

Get that paper from under the matress

Rah Rah East London madness

On the Eiffel Tower and I ain't from Paris

Been around the globe yeah I toured the atlas

Beirut, Melbourne yeah and Dallas

Down dirty south I was eating catfish

While the dollars were stacking

Rah Rah East London madness

Euuuurgh

And I gotta cousin called Carys

That was some random antics

But I would wrestle niggas like Randy Savage

Remember Randy Savage?

If niggas that thought Kano had vanished

Maybe that's 'cos the flows so magic

Maybe that's 'cos the dough's in acting

I used to write bars on the train to Acton

Karl Tuff Enuf, yeah old school garage

Rah Rah East London madness

R.I.P. Mike but who the fucks the baddest?

Tell the truth Mike who the fucks the baddest?

Don't make me ask Janet

Rah Rah East London madness

GH, Lethal, Wiley and Diz

East Ham, Barking, Bow and Stratford

Leyton, Plaistow, Ilford, Hackney

Rah Rah East London madness

(Uh) But I might need Giggs' ad-libs

My chick look straight out the beauty pagaent

But two buff tings yeah thats a sandwich

Drink 'till a nigga fall down like Bambi

Fuck that goose nigga blame the brandy

Hooligan style tell a nigga 'lets have it'

Pocket full'a cash and still bump the cabby

I heard about me from Addison Lee

Simpsons now who's driving? Maggie

Rah Rah

Eh, Tell 'em what racks on racks is

Say they make it rain niggas acting cash rich

Straight drown him like I was the baptist

Umbrellas out turn chicks Rihanna's

No long chat no chit just action

Tank not empty but ain't no gas in

Card ain't colour Pepsi but ain't no maxing

Bond Street, Viv Av doing a mad ting

Too many man still can't get a taxi

Brrrr, send the automatic

Run them streets like Paula Radcliffe

Rah Rah East London madness

Fully equiped like Go Go Gadget

Bedroom bully like Shabba Ranking

But don't stop at all like Buju Banton

Good girls gone bad dressing in spandex

So work them curves like Jessica Rabbit

Roger that Mr Perfect no practice

I rock the boat straight Aye Aye captain

Fill my shoes no beach with sand in

Let a man wear it whoever the cap fits

Nearly a style but the swagger's lacking

I'm a holster like you hold the gat in

Heard man like (Beep) gangster saxon

But I'll let you fill the gap in

Rah Rah East London madness

They say I'm the best and I just say thats it

Say something say nothing what

Say something say nothing what