Red London

Intro

Yeah! (Oi!)

Mk logic — you thought we forgot?

Never! Nah! Brap! Brap!

Chorus

Turn the bass up, time to send them packing

North London's red when the trophy's cracking

All that talk and all that noise

Gunners running this, come hear the voice

Post-Chorus

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Verse 1

Tottenham, what have you won? Nothing at all

Empty trophy shelf, still crying for son

Built a nice stadium just to finish sixth

Arteta came in, fixed the whole bricks

Man City, listen, your era is done

One hundred and fifteen charges, no fun

Pep packing bags, empire gonna fall

Gunners lift the biggest of all

Chorus

Turn the bass up, time to send them packing

North London's red when the trophy's cracking

All that talk and all that noise

Gunners running this, come hear the voice

Post-Chorus

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bridge

No more noisy neighbors (Shh!)

No more state-fund-ed dominance (Done!)

North London is red, England is ours

Brap! Brap! Brap!

Drop

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Brap! Brap! Brap!

Na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na

Chorus

Turn the bass up, time to send them packing

North London's red when the trophy's cracking

All that talk and all that noise

Gunners running this, come hear the voice

Outro

Brap! Brap! Brap!

(Shh!)

Done.

Boom.

Verse 6

Okay, okay, let's do the roll call proper

Mk logic in the booth and I ain't gotta stop ya

Every single doubter had a lot to say

Now they're sitting silent on a Saturday

Where's the loudest mouth from the north of the river

Shivering and shaking like a wintertime shiver

I ain't gotta name names, you already know

Everybody eats quiet when the cannons blow

Pre-Chorus

So what you gonna say now? (Nothing!)

What you gonna do now? (Nothing!)

Whole town in my rearview

Brap, brap, we ain't through

Hook

Empty shelf, empty shelf, go and cry about it

Red flag, red flag, go and lie about it

We don't talk, we just win, that's the way it goes

Brap brap brap, everybody knows

Verse 7

Fourteen years of waiting on a parade

Now the whole borough's singing in the shade

Kids on the corner got the shirt on tight

Grandad in the window with a grin so wide

Told me keep it humble, told me keep it clean

But the rival got a mouth like a broken machine

I ain't got a trophy case, I got a whole street

Every single window with the red repeat

Bridge

(Oi!) Stand up if you're red and you know it

(Oi!) Stand up if you're red and you show it

(Oi!) Stand up if you're red and you know it

Brap brap — let the whole map know it

Verse 8

Epic like a poet with a bassline boom

Marching like a soldier to a brass-plated tune

Dark in the cut where the drums go dumb

West coast swagger with a London drum

I don't chase clout, I don't chase fame

I just chase the feeling when they call my name

Locked in the lab till the sun come up

Then I roll through the ends in a big black truck

Chorus

Turn the bass up, time to send them packing

North London's red when the trophy's cracking

All that talk and all that noise

Gunners running this, come hear the voice

Post-Chorus

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Verse 9

Ten men deep and we still don't fold

Cold in the rain and we still strike gold

Every single hater got a front-row seat

Watching us lift it while they grind their teeth

I ain't got a chain, I got a medal instead

City on my chest and a dream in my head

You can keep the noise, I'll keep the crown

Brap brap brap while the walls come down

Drop

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Brap! Brap! Brap!

Na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Brap! Brap! Brap!

Na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na

Verse 10

Final lap, final bar, final word on the beat

Every rival in the league getting swept off the street

I ain't perfect, I ain't polished, I'm a product of the grime

But I put in every hour, put in every single rhyme

So when the whistle blows and the stadium erupts

You can bet the whole of England knows exactly what's up

Red on the map from the north to the south

Brap brap brap coming out my mouth

Outro

Brap! Brap! Brap!

(Oi!) (Oi!)

No more quiet nights, no more empty shelves

(Shh!)

We did it ourselves, we did it ourselves

(We did it!)

North London forever, England is ours

Brap! Brap! Brap!

Verse 11

Came back from the dead like a rerun

Whole ends know my name when the beat come

They was praying on my downfall quietly

Now they scrolling past my face with a smile, see

I ain't vengeful, I just keep receipts

Every doubter got a seat in the cheap seats

Told my brother hold the line, hold it steady

When the cannons get to roaring, they ain't ready

Pre-Chorus

Who gon' stop us? (Nobody!)

Who gon' top us? (Nobody!)

North side to the south side

Brap brap, we alive

Hook

Big talk, small talk, we don't entertain it

Red wall, red wall, go and try to change it

We don't flinch, we don't fold, that's the way it goes

Brap brap brap, everybody knows

Verse 12

Epic like a saga carved in old stone

Drums hit like a battalion on the road

Bass so low that it rattles your ribcage

Every bar a monument, turn the page

Dark in the alley where the shadows get long

Brass horns blaring like a victory song

West coast bounce with a London accent

Every single line is a heavyweight sentence

Bridge

(Oi!) Hands up if you never switched sides

(Oi!) Hands up if you rode through the tides

(Oi!) Hands up if you never switched sides

Brap brap — let the whole world ride

Verse 13

Ten summers deep and I'm still in the grind

Every scar on my back is a lesson in time

They was throwing shade when I slept on the couch

Now the same ones begging for a verse from my mouth

I don't do it for the clout, do it for the block

Do it for the kid that was staring at the clock

Waiting on a moment that would never arrive

Now I'm standing in the middle of a stadium, alive

Chorus

Turn the bass up, time to send them packing

North London's red when the trophy's cracking

All that talk and all that noise

Gunners running this, come hear the voice

Post-Chorus

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Verse 14

Military march when I step on the stage

Every word a soldier, every line a wage

They was sleeping on the throne, I was sharpening steel

Now the whole league feeling what I finally feel

Ain't a rapper, ain't a poet, I'm a movement in shoes

Every bar a brick, I'm laying down the whole news

Dark trap rhythm got the floorboards jumping

Every single heartbeat in the room going thumping

Drop

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Brap! Brap! Brap!

Na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Brap! Brap! Brap!

Na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na

Verse 15

Call me on a Monday, I'll be in the booth

Call me on a Sunday, I'll be telling the truth

Ain't no fabricated story, ain't no fake flex

Every single line is a muscle, every single context

Gangsta lean but my heart in the right place

Raised on the block where they never showed a kind face

So I built my own family out of rhythm and rhyme

And I turned a whole city into one big sign

Pre-Chorus

So what you gonna say now? (Nothing!)

What you gonna do now? (Nothing!)

Whole world in my rearview

Brap, brap, we ain't through

Verse 16

Standing on the shoulders of the ones before

Every single legend that they tried to ignore

I ain't here for the clout, here to carry the flame

Every single borough gonna echo my name

From the estates to the terraces, hear the roar

Every single window with a red on the door

I ain't asking permission, ain't knocking, I'm in

Brap brap brap — let the legacy begin

Bridge

(Oi!) Stand up if you're red and you know it

(Oi!) Stand up if you're red and you show it

(Oi!) Stand up if you're red and you know it

Brap brap — let the whole map know it

Verse 17

Epic like a war drum beaten at dawn

Brass horns echo till the early morn

Dark trap kick got the whole room shaking

Every single silence is a wall I'm breaking

West coast groove with a London bite

Every single bar is a heavyweight fight

They was counting me out like a faded trend

Now I'm back on the throne, ain't no pretend

Chorus

Turn the bass up, time to send them