Текст песни
Camden Town, you know what the fuck it is
Static Rim in the building
RNIT
Brick by brick, I tear this down
Camden blood, fuck your crown
Streetlight buzz when I step on stage
I'm a book of rage with a ripped-out page
Oi, fam, don't chat that noise
North-side born, I don't play with toys
Bars too sharp, leave your ego sliced
Got a pint in hand and your girl thinks nice
Ha! Big boots stompin' on the market floor
Doc Martens kick down every door
Half-daydream, half-adrenaline hit
I spit pure fire, make the mic submit
Brick by brick, I build my lane
Static Rim remember the name
From the smoke and the underground flame
I rise, I rise, won't play your game
Brick by brick, can't knock my tone
Camden side, I stand on my own
Every verse I spit, I carve that stone
Fuck your throne, I claim my zone
Catch me in Chalk Farm, pint in hand
Wordsmith weapon, I run this land
Bap bap bap, drums smack on cue
Crowd goes mental when I storm that view
Northside king with a southside snarl
Pissed in the alley but I still spit hard
Write my pain on a beer mat quick
That raw pub wisdom, that gutter-born script
I'm the ghost in the backstreets, sound of the siren
Trainline poet, these beats I'm riding
Camden soul with a fucked-up grin
I spit raw gold from the dirt I'm in
Brick by brick, I build my lane
Static Rim remember the name
From the smoke and the underground flame
I rise, I rise, won't play your game
Brick by brick, can't knock my tone
Camden side, I stand on my own
Every verse I spit, I carve that stone
Fuck your throne, I claim my zone
Light in the fog, voice in the crowd
Turn that quiet to something loud
No mask on, I show my skin
Static Rim, yeah, I'm locked within
Click-clack, pen attack, rhythm on pace