[Part 1]
Now this ain't Verona but it's just as poetic
Just watchin' the Montagues and Capulets going at it
The return of the drums with narrative street poetry
A player on words that would make Shakespeare notice me

You can call it floetry, I'm living in London
Strictly underground where inspiration is abundant
Big Ben in the back, drop, but the state's lacking cash crop
Wit' them street rats need cheese and keep the lab hot

From dusk to dawn doin' mid-summer's nights
We writin' our stories without the quills and candlelights
If you [] then show up and handle nice
In the short amount of time your grandma can fetch a price

Turn a hard-knocks life into a value, dream merchant
Crown a prince in the ghetto that was once seen worthless
A sign for certain so I hope you get the picture
It's street english []

[Hook: Scratch samples]
Tryin' to speak the Dun language
And if you understood
Now, my grammar
The crew bringin' the ruckus, no doubt
To all my peoples in the streets