Remember black cappers with the hat backwards
And tracksuits tucked into maxis or strap classics
Back before I knew that crack would attract addicts
And the needles that we found in the sandpit would pack damage
I remember Bedford's the beginning of my passage
From East to North Street I saw scenes I'd never fully understand then
But see we transcend from little man to man then
Your eye span widens and wisens to your surroundings
From snakes and ladders to snakes and blaggers
Where ages added up on cards to pay for packets
Rizzler and crate to pass in the station reciting
Till we hit the paint and raving patterns
It was skating in the days and then later on graphing
Rapping, blazing and scrapping
Then back to the park, date Emily
Essentially the centrepiece heart of where we grew and moved
Wrapped it in marks set from the start
This one's for the family, ya'll know who you are
Yo it's D-E-A-N-L-A-N-E
Rep to the end from the hardcore skaters
To painters and friends
To the little scallywags on the rays in the blend
Yo it's D-E-A-N-L-A-N-E
Rep to the end from the burnt out two strokes
The blokes with the pen to the crack addicts
Time is trying to make it to ten
Ya'll raised to the mold from the baguettes who raised to the dole
We used to run around the streets late evading patrol
Blazing a split and cruising the scene
Cause we had now else better to do it you know what I mean
So we go to the dean
Could almost guarantee some sort of *** going down
But it's all part of the package if you know the sound
Hold your hands in the sky and say D-L-A-N-E
The part we grew up in and lived in through our teenage years
Hopping on and off of rooftops on our weekdays hits
An introduction to the place we rep in each phrase clear
Yeah, some of the jokest *** that I've ever seen
Things I'll never forget, some things I wish that I didn't see
Literally this place is where we started the whole show
And I'm gonna rep the bits until the world knows of our postcode
Skaters, kiddies kicking boulders round the course
Drinking beers, dreaming of papers
Crackheads in the park choking on vapours
Lose your money like Vegas if you gamble
And get caught making wrong moves around your neighbours
Yo, it's D-E-A-N-L-A-N-E
Rep to the end from the hardcore skaters
To painters and friends
To the little scatty wags on the rays in the blend
Yo, it's D-E-A-N-L-A-N-E
Rep to the end from the burnt out two strokes
To blokes with the pen
To the crack addicts diamonds tryna make it to ten