Barking (& Dagenham)

[Verse 1: Joe James]

See me on the c2c, by the window seat

Concrete to Concrete

I put the bark in Barking

Nearly jumped off at Benfleet

'Cause next G's on the platform always wanna watch me

Like I won't hop out the doors and

Fly kick man straight into the bench seat

Like the c2c I make ends meet

Started with a bone and a 10 sheet

Moved up to a phone and a Z, we

Flip that 'cause the hustle game deadly

Ya get me? I don't take cheek

Criss white's on the feet, yh I step neat

She said "she never met a boss, till she met me"

I said "I never met an 'osh, till I met you"

And that was rude of me

I take the piss, but I'm an asshole

I take the piss from Shoebury to Plaistow –

Usually I'm calm though

Fake G's showing off the metal like a car show

I show the aura, now they never wanna war Joe

I'm in a Blue Range, bumping Ralo

Racist Police, caught the White man red handed

But some how concluded it's our fault

I just said take that like Gary Barlow

Loose lips poison the grapevine

Why they want to gossip and hate, why?

When I was 15, I took your wifey to Lakeside

Sorry I'm a pain, like

Buss man in this his buss down canines

You're not a trapper, that's a moody yay line

I'm groovy and bookey at the same time

Looking at the game like

You're off your fruit and nut

I've got an elegant missus

She never like trainers, it's just shoe's that strut

Nothing with laces, vintage Chanel's with chain in

And I'm a nuisance cuz

Mess with what I'm making

Bang on your gloves and aprons

I ain't gotta prove I'm rough

Roughed up bailiffs

East-End nutter like Cray Twins

[Outro: Devlin]

One step in the right direction

I fantasise of big knifes at night

And slicing up One Direction

A killer on the loose –

I'm Blade with a white complexion

Is that far enough?

I ain't here through luck, I'm here by election

Wanna try it? Then I'm raring up

I'll start tearing up your whole rhyming section

I'm gonna go too far

I'll get myself drunk at my local bar

But tell your girlfriend I'm a local star

Be sick on her skirt then literally blurt

I'll go further than that

I've already got sperm in the bank

In case this generation rises after I die

And they wanna spit dirt on the lad

It’s Devlin from Dogga

Where every little kid is another little robber

Everyone’s on the same bloody flex

Why go to work when you can be a shotter?

Old school my man’s vexed when I follow

And I rep me and mine with honour

Keep your girl close 'cause I’ll be on her

By the end of the night in bed I’ll be on her