

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Red and white stripes, slipping on the pitch Talk big talk, but the trophy case is thin, glitch Empty seats, you can hear the breeze Whole stadium quiet when they start to wheeze Southampton chatting history, living in the past Every little purple patch, man, it never lasts Change one manager, then change one more Same sad story when you check that score [Chorus] Pompey run the coast, that’s a fact, not a boast From the Fratton End roar to the flags by the post Blue in my veins, sing it loud, beat my chest Southampton looking lost, Portsmouth are the best South Coast kings, yeah, we run that crest Southampton in a mess, Portsmouth are the best [Verse 2] Down at Fratton Park, yeah, the ground still shakes Even on a cold night, you can feel those quakes Proper fan base, every seat, every row While up the road, half the crowd don’t show You lot fold when the pressure gets tight We scrap in the rain, under floodlight Check the passion, the pride, how we fight for the shirt You just stare at the sky every time you hit dirt [Chorus] [Bridge] Blue smoke in the sky, hear the drumline pound Name one south coast club with a louder sound You can talk league tables, twist it how you like But derby day comes and you flinch at the strike [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Rowdy terrace rap over swaggering UK drill groove, male vocals. Sparse, detuned bells and eerie pads in the verses, heavy sliding bass and tight hi-hats. Hook explodes with chanted gang vocals and big claps like a packed away stand. Ad-libs echo like crowd chants, final chorus doubles up with higher harmonies and extra percussion for a taunting, triumphant feel., football
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1/14/2026