I leave my flat, london
it wakes me like a shock
the smells; fumes, people, food
my tube station is near
seven sisters station
i approach cautiously

I love the underground
a testimony to us
the greatest empire ever
rule britannia is dead
its south tot-num gangster
I am not afraid here

I arrive at piccadilly
my breath is still taken
tourist stands on my foot
bring your city up boy
nowhere is like my home
go and see the palace

I walk away from him
i shop on old bond street
to make me feel better
a tramp is on the road
i turn away, its nothing
nothing at all to me

I take my prada coat
I see your face smiling
what do you want? scumbag!
I take out my big knife
I push you to the floor
this is the best city.