North London Dub

[Verse 1 – Skippy DnB Bounce, Clear Flow]

Walkin’ through the ends I roam,

Concrete jungle I call home.

Highbury fields where the cold wind blown,

Stadium shadows, heart of stone.

Through the turnstiles, Angel’s light,

See the man on the bench in the dead of night.

Cally to Cross, where the vibe gets tight,

From the darkest flats to the neon bright.

Church on the left, mosque on the right,

Crackhouse buzzin’ just outta sight.

Offie by the alley where the yout dem link,

Brasses in the sauna, give a nod and wink.

Bookies full, got dreams in motion,

Losers drown in a pint of emotion.

Winners flex with a grin so wide,

Same four walls where the pain can’t hide.

Market madness, faces greet ya,

“Safe my don, how’s the feature?”

"Alright son, be lucky, mate" —

Same old slang from the same old gate.

Pie and mash with a liquor splash,

Cuppa Rosie, old boys clash.

Arthur’s Café, chat gets loud,

Mafia vibes from a broken crowd.

Yout dem runnin’, sirens near,

Still man smile when the feds appear.

Link the man-dem, pint in hand,

We forget the stress, just bless the land.

From Thornhill Rise to the Hemmy Lane,

Might change the face, but it feel the same.

[Chorus – Original Hook, Big Anthem Feel]

? North London forever,

Whatever the weather,

These streets are our home.

And my heart will leave you never,

My blood will forever

Run through the stone ?

Shout out mandem Eliott, Tim, Paul.

Shout out uncle Clive...

[Verse 2 – Double-Time Roll, MC Dynamite Flex]

Chrome and glass, they takin’ the past,

New builds risin’ up fast.

History gone in a blink, no ask,

Childhood homes just part of the mask.

Skyline flips, but I stay grounded,

Still hear the sounds where the truth resounded.

Old man talk with the pint in hand,

“Back in my day we ruled this land.”

Football buzz and the ruby ting,

Holloway road got the rebel swing.

Old school seller with the bootleg goods,

Dealer lurkin’ in the shadowed hoods.

Mum on the bus with the bags and the stress,

Man in the dock in a high-vis vest.

Still that vibe, still that fight,

Still that fire when you walk at night.

In the blocks where the concrete speak,

In the bricks that hold up the weak.

Popham, Morland, never erase,

Foundation laid in a council base.

Benz on the curb, grams in hand,

Still got dreams in the shifting sand.

Ends evolve but the soul intact,

New facade but the core don’t crack.

[Chorus – Original Hook, Big Energy Reprise]

? North London forever,

Whatever the weather,

These streets are our home.

And my heart will leave you never,

My blood will forever

Run through the stone ?

[Outro – MC Shouts, Classic Dynamite End]

Yo! Hold tight North London massive!

From the flats to the fam, we stay active.

Rain or shine, we rep that zone,

Heartbeat deep in the cobbled stone.

"It’s North London forever — yeah you know!"

Inside the manor, still run the show.

Whatever the weather, whatever the change —

The vibe, the people? Forever remain.

? “INSIDE THE RIDE!”

? “LONDON CREW STAND TALL!”

? “Manor might flip but we never fall!” ?