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The Skints

This Town

 

This Town

(album: FM - 2015)


London City I was born in
You know I love this town
But I can't pick up when she's calling

So riddle me this, follow me to the place that raised me
Gave me the up and down that developed and shaped me
Give me a run down town with a ruffneck sound
'Cause the rat inna the underground don't phase me
I've never been the one to stay in just one place mind
For the love of the music we do not discriminate, fly
from the mountain tops to an eastern block
Or a tropical island to catch a nice vibe

But no matter where we go we leave London Town
Reliable, we ride up in our black steed and turn up an hour early for the soundcheck jam
Sip on a little rum and run the riddim and sound
Then we back on the road, on the way, today we're racing
Against the clock ah catch a tunnel we are facing
No matter where we go, we are coming on home
I said Londinium give me another day, sing

Well I love the London music that come before my time
'cos the new vibes got me wishing that it was back in '85
Whether the punk or roots and culture, ragga, jungle, hip-hop or grime
So I take a little trip on the Victoria line
And I check for Tippa Irie there down inna Brixton
Who bun down tracks with the man in the sound like Saxon system
Stepping round town and we see the bredrin Horse man he says

"Come, yes unno make we nice up session"
The Skints, Tippa Irie and the one Horseman
The three of we, yes we ah go join as one
So let's get together and do this boom song
Mi know them haffi play it pon them station
Or ya haffi see we pon the television
Everybody stamp them foot and everybody raise them hand you Never know cos this one's a champion
And what them talking about? The place London

Because I really love my London town
Through the up and through the down
I been almost everywhere but I man have to come back here
So much different things to do, so much different things to see
It it multicultural now, but I just love it anyhow
Born and raised right here, smoke a zoot, drink a beer
No we nah go have no fear, we love this land and atmosphere
It is where I am from, it is where I belong, it's the only place for me
For I man and my family

London City I was born in
You know I love this town
But I can't pick up when she's calling

Cause I'm a resident that's why
Yeah I

So riddle me this, follow me to the place that raised me
Gave me the up and down that developed and shaped me
Give me a run down town with a ruffneck sound
'Cause the rat inna the underground don't phase me
Then we back on the road, on the way, today we're racing
Against the clock ah catch a tunnel we are facing
No matter where we go, we are coming on home I said Londinium give me another day, sing

London City I was born in
You know I love this town
But I can't pick up when she's calling

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