My City...

[Cazmatrolium]

South London's finest takin through what its like to live around my way
We dont shoot we just throw stones off bridges onto highway's...


South London, Catford to Clapham Junction, We dont bow to the truncheon
We just beat Feds over their heads till their brains malfunction
At night we pop pills and get high, jump out at red lights
Do stupid dances in da headlights and shout out at newlywed dykes
We cruise around in drop tops, stop off at them hotspots
Blaze weed and hash and get burnt by them hot rocks
Sometimes take a chick there so i can press her in my odd socks
Behind da back of their boyfriends who are knob jocks
We pop locks and break into houses of internet browsers
Steel purses and trousers and film women strippin from blouses
Shit in their toilets and leave up the lid showin da skids
Keep da bathroom doors open so we stink out their crib
Roll up on da local playgrounds and beat da kids
Right in front of da Chink's who come round with DVD rips
Includin da sex tape of that E.V.E bitch
We punch and kick da li'l shits until they scream and shout
And their mothers come out to see what da fuss is about
In da summer time it dont get no better
We get da girls to spread em, walkin about no sweater
BBQ's over at Cleave Park where we steal chicks from their sweethearts
We tease tarts, pull down bra's of girls who aint from these parts
We load up Super Soakers and squirt da local skirt
Till their nipples are pert and visable through their soakin wet shirts
While perverts wrestle fat birds in da dirt until somebody gets hurt
And fuck work, we just sit around all day sippin bubbly
But it aint all lovely jubbly, it aint like no 5 star Mexican Beach resorts
Where grown men walk around in Bart Simpson Eat Me shorts
This place is grimey and gritty plus da weather is real shitty
We got 12 year old girl's pregnant with li'l kiddies
They listen to Fiddy and Diddy and think its ok to get fucked silly
But fuck it, i love my City, so be sure to visit
When you see my ass dont diss it, just be sure to kiss it
Come down to my ends, bring ya pad and ya pens
Most nights we be on da mic around 10 at Ben's spittin with friends
If not you'll find me shit faced sickin up at da side of da Thames

[snowgoon]

rhymes where alrite... you got nice structure n' shit.... .. but what you so mad at? lol.. no hate, but the whole peice was jus' un-focused anger.. why you so angry duke lol?

[Arvincible]

^^word

but ey, some emotions really let out what u wanna say in some pieces

the flow was smooth and the vocab was simple, but it was still down.

nothin really outstanding to quote, it was just a story really,

try to incorporate some metaphors or more multis to make it a better read.

good shit though, keep it comin.