 Man, it's North London, stripping on the gloves Spires, files, gunners, ain't no sport, it's love Pitch, fire burning, every tackle a shove Got the crowd getting loud, whole city above Hurricane like a sabre, first steady, no miss Suckers zigzag, defenders breaking ankles like this Whistle blowing, tempest slurring, heating up the abyss Rifles in the streets, but on the pitch it's a blitz Hurricane like a slab of mud, steady, no miss Suckers, zigzag defenders, breaking echoes like this Whistle blowing, tempest slaring, heating up the abyss Riding fools in the streets, but on the pitch it's a blitz Red or white, either way you bleed Echoes through, hiring for the new breed Stadiums shrugged, living off the feed In this showdown, only one can lead Pochettino's shadows, asset as mind Formation's sight, tactics so refined Ball ricochet off cleats, killing time Each goal hits harder on the dog or prime Tottenham rise, defeating lives like the mist Arsenal counters, Kunis gritting their teeth up, set pieces, dive deep like cliffs. Commentators losing breath, shouting out the riffs. Red or white, either way you bleed. Echoes through hiring for the new breed. Stadium shook, living off the feed. In this showdown, only one can lead. Leave Red or white, either way you bleed Echoes through, hybrid to the new breed Stadium shook, living off the feed In this showdown only one can lead you

North London Rumble