From The Block To The Big Ben - Chainzy Lurk (New Song 2025) rap song 🎵

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Chainzy-"From the Block to the Big Ben"

Yo… it’s London,
Block to the Big Ben moves —
You already know.
Mandem, stack or starve. Let’s go.


Came up in the flats, where the lifts don’t run,
Council blocks dark, no light, no sun.
Man bag full, two phones in my hand,
Schemes on the low, gotta stick to the plan.
Postcodes bang, every corner got beef,
Blue sirens hum, no peace on these streets.
Peckham to Hackney, the cycle don’t end,
So I’m plotting my rise while I swerve these feds.
We don’t dream — we scheme, turn hustle to steps,
Every ounce, every move just a piece in the rep.
Looked up at Big Ben, said I’ll make that time,
Now I’m up, my grind got that chime on rewind.


From the block to the Big Ben — timing’s gold,
Every second, every pound, the streets stay cold.
London raised me, gray skies, blue lights,
Turn the struggle to a legacy — now I own my life.


Kitchen with the stove heat, Pyrex dance,
Made my first stack off the flip, no chance.
Used to post by the alley, hoodie tight, no face,
Now I’m posted in the heights, big views, no case.
Camden bricks, to the shard reflections,
Made plays out the trenches, big boy connections.
We grind ‘til the wheels fall, mandem stay woke,
Took the block from the gutter, now the whole thing spoke.
Big moves, no stutter — got the city on strings,
Heard Parliament calling, but I still keep rings.
From drill beats to boardrooms, still flipping them plays,
Got Big Ben watching while my past fades away.


From the block to the Big Ben — timing’s gold,
Every second, every pound, the streets stay cold.
London raised me, gray skies, blue lights,
Turn the struggle to a legacy — now I own my life.


The roads taught lessons, but the price was steep,
Every L, every loss, carved a throne I keep.
From trapline tales to the West End glow,
Same heart, new levels — I still rep the roads.


Bro said, “Watch moves,” so I keep my step clean,
They lurk in the shadows — I move like a dream.
Grime and ambition — I’m the hybrid king,
Got the bag, got respect — still sharp with the sting.
Copped views of the Eye, whole city in scope,
From a block where the walls were a noose on hope.
Concrete roots — now I bloom in glass towers,
From estates to estates — turning minutes to power.
Big Ben ticking, but I’m running my own race,
London in my veins — every win got a face.


From the block to the Big Ben — timing’s gold,
Every second, every pound, the streets stay cold.
London raised me, gray skies, blue lights,
Turn the struggle to a legacy — now I own my life.


Big clock, big dreams, but the grind stay tough,
From the cracks in the pavement to the skyline’s bluff.
Block to the Big Ben — now the world’s my throne,
Still moving in silence — London’s my zone.



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