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This journey starts 6 years ago
in run-down housin estate in Bow east london south-east uk was a young man lets call this young man ray frustated wiv bein around the way would say "i'm bored" until one day gathered up sum change and in exchange got turntables off tony not only, were they whack, they were wooden, but he took 'em cos it was a bargain and it was a good'en and he said to himself who wouldn't? why not, then he took a little trot to dj targets squat stood outside o'the door and knocked asked what jungle records you got? must be sumthin u wanna get shot, of, blot dint buy beats he ready to quit gave 'im the whole lot then ray had little click, they were hot, young gun soldiers but it all flopped, still it didnt make ray wanna give up the fight ray jus picked up the mic, would write, lyrics while excluded no gifts and glamour included like crime for money, dough, crime pays didnt ya know? even though ray come across slow broke shit down, brung another new flow made beats in the back room teacher gave him a little spare time then they got a little bit o'radio airtime 1am til 3 be in school by 9 this was clearly a positive sign learnin bout beats breaks and bars didnt chat about champagne and cars more concerned wiv you know, the grime made it a touch difficult to shine among these so-called underground stars some resented him thus presentin him with pure dumbness like retards it dint matter ray would say, ok, i'm gonna be a real star one day went through dramas along the way but he stood firm pressed on wiv the wordplay went through dramas along the way but he stoof firm pressed on wiv the wordplay went through dramas along the way lets take a look at ray today.... |
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Raskit, boy in the corner I still roll deep young star gimmee the beat and let me prove
London city forever you're not a still creep aint no stopping me never you best move Live o ghetto record with no redemption world wide critics acclaim my big moves Showtime main event you can't beef me dizzee ras hotter than Nelly I can't lose East side boy make da paper rise neva met anyone like the safeheart guys Big up my north west south east types every section where my connection lies East side boy made the crowd go loops never had a desire for chinese zoots Big up my midland up north troops Get your backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all Pull your socks up and stand up tall Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall Can't run the marathon without trainin or stretch the ass hole without straining Too much hype not enough brain in whole lotta money little maintaining Whole lotta complaining no plan little more no less done ten grand Blingin ice sitting nice in your hand too much platinum not enough land East side boy make da paper rise neva met anyone like the safeheart guys Big up my Ireland Scotland types every section where my connection lies Eastside boy made the crowd go loops never had a desire for Chinese zoots Big up my Europe USA troops Get your backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall To my eastside crew,get paper, To my Westside crew get paper, To my southside crew get paper, I tell da playa hater c u later, To my northside crew get paper, To my midlands crew get paper, To my up north crew get paper, I tell da playa hater c u later, Dizzee rascal the loudest finest dirtiest grimiest most hot dirty stank London stand up tall Don't be silly cover your milli I'm like billy Don't be dumb cover your gun I aint fun When I come I come ere to stun you get bunned Mid night all day like fight dog fight You don't really wanna be dizzee I'll get busy You don't really want me t pop I'll get fizzy Real fizzy bill up a zoot we smoke whizzy He knows she knows we're tough negroes Forever ready and I'll be ready forever You don't wanna try ting I'll put holes in your leather So please never ever try to be clever I'll be wetting mc's like rainy weather Too the two faced nigga screw faced laced in get chased n get placed in a bin Getta slicing batterin workin dizzy boy don't stop till it's hurtin Get your Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall Backs up backs up back off the wall Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal Don't give it half hearted give it all pull your socks up and stand up tall |
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| 3. |
| 3:47 |
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I ain't on a high ting (Nah!!)
Jus out here tryin' to do da right thing And even though you know I don't mind fightin' all I want is cash,money like lightning You know I.... Gota get that dough! I ain't rampin' Gotta get that dough! Damm right Gota get that dough! I ain't rampin' Gota get that dough! Straight up! (uha) taste, charisma stylee we got plenty Cruisin' in the Punto on the way to Bentley Evidently far from gently eatin' up da road We act immaturely in a hurry to be old Infact we'll leave you poorly catch a beatin' like a cold Go ahead profile and flex like you're big, bad and bold Go ahead go round your next to get hit, had and showed Stay out the paper chase Floppy fella's fold Neglect da rules, expect da codes, follow the guide lines Life's been ugly so far but these are fine times I write below the belt above average fine rhymes I always tried to be a star my city saw the signs I try not to be stupid with my fame But constantly I sense fassies bein' clever wiv my name Indirectly call my name like they're callin' my bluff So sadly I often sense the need to get rough. I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, It's all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, so move over Ya nah wat I mean!?! Fulla strife, that's life Deal wiv how bad it is Reminisce, reflect, revise on how bad it coulda been Abuse time and find out how mad it is Time waits for nobody handle your biz Extortionists would love to man-handle this I'm ignorant, refuse to understand what extortion is Jack me and get what? Jack me and get where? Get zilch times zero, times nofin' plus air! Yea I'm way beyond care Hate me or love me try not to stare Your thoughts and your opinions try not to share I show interest on an occasion that is rare Plus I ain't in the hype, I'm above it and I cause it Can't put a stop to da track but I can pause it So play your role Act tuff put on your show I'll let da ratchet be your audience Bullets will applaud it!!! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, It's all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, so move over Ya nah wat I mean!?! My name is Dizzee Dizz I handle my biz My spreaders talkin' gangsta don't know what a gangsta is (Tut) They ain't ready yet, I don't claim a set But if you test I'll leave you wiv something you will regret I'm five ten slim, chocolate skin I'll punch you in your nostrils, I'll punch you in your chin But I ain't mad I'm a lovely lad I'll give you the loveliest beatin' that you've ever had Rude boy, home boy better chill You know I don't watch no face cause I'm real I don't care if your sick I don't care if your I'll My foot will add a nice frill to your ice-grill! Son dun-duddy I don't find shit funny If you ever try and go against the flow of my money Word is bun, what's really good I'm really hood Take this song as a caution you really should I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, It's all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, I'm all over Ya nah wat I mean!?! I'm here, there, I'm everywhere I can't be seen, so move over Ya nah wat I mean!?! Try copy we, hit her wit da G, condo energy Lyrical tank, lyrical pedigree bust da doggy on the girl Emily How bad they wanna try copy we? Hit em' wit da G, condo energy Lyrical tank, lyrical pedigree Dizzee Rascal from the big LD! Hey Yo! Do ya hear me? Hey Yo! Do ya hear me? Gota get that dough Gota get that dough Gota get that dough Hey Yo! Gota get that dough |
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| 4. |
| 3:25 |
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[DIZZEE TALKING]
So what you thinkin' 'bout London city now aye, What'cha think you know ? Big Ben tells the time [BACKGROUND] East London, ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London ghetto, south London East London, ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London ghetto, south London [VERSE 1] I'm the London hustler, a golden grind, grind. Young hustlers we graft all the time, Dawn or dark, non stop UK walk. Yo as a hustler in the city before I came to stack Kord knows I got the devil on ma back It's a cold world, gotta stay on track Dog eat dog, others gain if you lack In the LDN, where I learn to attract Calm that, I can show you where it's at First things first, get a block 'n' a flat Next up, get a black hoodie and a hat Living in the big brother's camera view Giving my axe to the boys in blue Straight 5 years, getting caught, that's you Sitting in a cell, still wondering who couldn't keep quiet Now you're on a diet Mash potato, cauliflower and stew Pissed off with not a lot to do And the word on the street don't ever seem new And resisting arrest don't even seem true Endless hype, who do you believe? And will it ever relieve the loneliness at night Let's see if you remain convinced on And will it ever relieve the loneliness, let's see If you remain convinced, you might know full well The streets are like a few more marks, a couple more ranges Other than that, not a lot ever changes [CHORUS] Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly, Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly, [VERSE 2] I used to roll money up against the wall Didn’t ever wanna play hopscotch, well I'm clinical Parking life cos I'm dark in the white man's crotch And I've been doing this since Tamagotchigi Show anybody in my face, invadin' my space, I'll bring it on star, bring it on star, WATCH! I'll end your hours on the clock, I'll end your days You'll think I'm crazed when I give you the midnight rock End of sentence...full stop. Now what you gonna say about that, I'll put all your plans on lock Make you put all your mans on the spot I'm totally everything that you're not I'm totally mad, you’ve lost the plot To even consider getting me got, Carried off to a hospital block in shoc On the table, ready to operate, never mate, I dictate and relegate, who's heavyweight I'm king of the ring, make moves in any state LDN we do our thing [CHORUS] Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly, Sky looks grey in London city We stay graftin', 'cos we're gritty Hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly, Damn right, yeah Young hustlers, London city stand up I'm a show you, its gritty out ere Yeah man serious... I swear to you, it ain't all teacups (nah man) Up in Buckingham Palace (nah man) I'm a show you how gritty it is out here (yeah man) Serious You gonna know You gonna understand It's Dizzee Rascal solo I'm ere, what Ghetto UK stand up Dizzee Rascal gi' us a bell! I swear to you... |
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| 5. |
| 3:21 |
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Like, who the fuck are you?
Yeah, who the fuck are you? Is it recordin', yeah? I come direct when I inject And I'm expecting your respect I'm a baller you've been chucked, I'm the kind of kid you can't protect ya know Out 'n' about I put my elbow in your mouf You're a fassy there's no doubt I bet my sword will make you shout I'm intense you best see sense, I'll have you hangin' from a fence Then I'll laugh at your expense And maybe chuck you 50 pence Snitch you make me switch you sound And look just like a bitch Whether you're poor or whether you're rich I'll leave you lyin' in the ditch Cause I'm from ragged raggo rags You wear raggo rags like me I'm ahead boy, I ain't in tune Rappin raggo rapidly We easily be the worst Bust academics first Batty crew m.c's get academicly reversed I'm academicly perverse Academicly perverted Batty crew mc's get academicly diverted Some return We clearly get burnt Get hurt, Until they realise they should academicly have flirted You don't want the beef you don't want the grime You ain't got the guts I ain't got the time But you can come to the man and get jacked Come to the man 'n' get pill Come to the man 'n' get shot Come to the man 'n' get killed We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your crew If you can't back that armsouse, who the fuck are you? We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your firm If they don't wanna listen, then we better make em learn Raised in the gutter I was told I should fight I create and cause confusion from the left to the right I'm sweet as a nut, i'm doin alright, cosy 'n' comfortable Still I try n avoid the sergeant, PC and the constable Raised in the gutter I was told I should bop I create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top I doin' ok, I will honestly say This year I'm flyin' through I could easily find myself in jail but I ain't tryin to I keep it clear in front, relax wid the pressure, I'm dirty, and I'm stank but ain't nobody fresher My haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care When it comes to my location they would love to be aware But I could be in the manor, could be overseas, Could well be definitely making peace Could be live at Wembley warmin' up for Jay-Z Still I'm definitely certain that you can't see me You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time But you can come to the man and get jacked Come to the man 'n' get pill Come to the man 'n' get shot Come to the man 'n' get killed We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your crew If you can't back that armsouse, who the fuck are you? We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your firm If they don't wanna listen, then you better make em learn |
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Hype talk
Inside outside Ra ra ra Too many man talk nuff' bla bla Talk like Dizzee aint got a tempa' Hit em' wit da force like sky walker Inside outside Ra ra ra Too many man talk nuff' bla bla Talk like Dizzee aint got a tempa' Yo! Look! Dillan's on a hype now I see you doin' quite alright I see your video da other night How did he get a record deal Chattin' like he's super-real I see you roam around market On Saturday there you go Better Dillan days standin' in da park What's da word on da street Did he really slap her?!? Is true Wiley skipped da country left him?!? Did he punch Mega in da face for tryin' to test him?!? I know he won a mercury award and brought it back to da estate I know some broad's in da manner hate and frequently debate Da way he makes moves How's he steppin' is he reppin' Cause dey know he goes to Hackney And dey wonder what he's getting' Plus I know he had dat Wall St. gat Da other day I see him leavin' Natalie's flat He used to work dat south girl Da mouthy one What's his name's cousin Still I know a couple girls are on it I could name a dozen But he aint no player He be getting' all da gash Cause now dey know he's got a little Cash and a stash Dat will keep him looking' pretty for da future in a flash But little do dey know he's only looking' for da lash Cause Dillan's on a hype now! Got his face on his tee-shirt name on his trainers da edieah!!! He got a new era cap wit his logo My bredrin's saw him tryin' on tracksuits in soho I'm buyin' jackets from Benenni in LA I heard he went to broadway Limo drive him through Queens Is he livin' out his dream is he ballin' be truthful Cause he aint sittin' on da wall like he used to He was on a far tip at one point He used to peel on Volvo to take da flows to Bethal Green Next thing I hear him on da pirate radio scene He used to do deja writ an evil flavour Bought records off target and mix an a-Dub Then worked his way to A list It's funny cause da older's used to dismiss Dey never for a second anticipated this Not guts no glory Dillan took a risk took da piss now Fella's wanna act nigga If I reminisce on days when Dillan weren't all so crystal Dey know Dillan put da game on a twist and Dillan's on a hype now!!! Worldwide interviews and business trips Invitations to premiers and new flicks And all da chicks got his name on their lips But couple gunman kinda got him on da brain And also da couples wanna put him on frame Dey're constantly watchin' so he better maintain But he's getting' major money so he can't complain! Inside outside Ra ra ra Too many man talk nuff' bla bla Talk like Dizzee aint got a tempa' Hit em' wit da force like sky walker Inside outside Ra ra ra Too many man talk nuff' bla bla Talk like Dizzee aint got a tempa' Hit em' wit da force like sky walker |
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Let's talk about over excited boys on the road,
Said he knows Slimzee, Maxwell, God's Gift, Said he knows Plake, said he knows Ace. Couldn't get a real name for themselves, Living off reflected glory, living off face, Who break all street on every area code, Claims he's tight wiv mega man, Cool with Romeo, cousin of Kaish, Said he knows Neeko, Breder, Hype Said he had lunch at Lethal's place, As he looks for the face, I look for a way to move him clearly outta my face, Backstage with the N.A.S.T.Y crew Where I asked him to get out of my FACE, Then I get a live late night phone call And I leave him there, Hopes for the face receiving air, Pissed 'cause its gone past business hours on the clock this, So they could look good and tell tales, It's all jiggy and we look like pals, 20 missed calls is total, plus 8 voicemails, 'bout 14 messages People cant take hints and messages, and the message is leave me alone. Number don't look local, this is why I don't answer the phone, U look like a real top boi when the gurls look Big bold capitals, front page People got a problem, act like I used to make dub-plates for them, And I can be the next big star in your phone book |
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You people respect me, if it kills you
You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you You people respect me, if it kills you Do it how they didn't wanna do it Now they wanna try and do it but I'm tellin them no I'm in a predicament with imitators Wanna take my style and have a bit of my flow All this copy cattin' on my lyrics that there chattin' Betta stop before the gunshot's blow Do you really want it coz I really wanna give it If you do just let me know And I show arrogance and elegance But no tolerance for nonsense I bring violence, I'm a nuisance Killer MC leave no evidence I've got brains and intelligence But no conscience, no innocence We roll in the darkened silence Represent us in any residence And I swing for your chin with no hesitense I'm a captain, ya betta bring your regiments And you're a failure, don't have no relevence I'm a champion, winner and a victor prick ya So not ready so 'til ya see ya soul Headed for the golden gates No really, you monkeys are playin' with apes Not guerilla warfare it's the coppers I carry this stick for Plus I've had enough of these Lil cheap comments from fake MCs Bad minders and skat ladies Talkin' about how it used to be Well it's a brand new day So leave me be I don't need you so don't need me Your opinion don't interest me Don't like me, that's fine by me Coz from Holly Street ta Hollywood, it's all good From New York ta York Hall, it's all cool You're a fool if ya think I'm gonna cease Now honestly could there really be peace It don't seem that way to tough Stop with the games I play too rough Must be smokin' too much puff Divert or be deceased UK rapper stabbed in Napa 'cause of gossip, 'cause of chatter He's still breathin', he's still a dapper Retaliate with gun clapper Truthfully, I can't see very well Don't flatter yourself, you're any girl Them boys shoulda sent me ta hell Now prepare for the beast You people gonna respect me Better make you respect me You people gonna respect me Better make you respect me You people gonna respect me Better make you respect me You people gonna respect me Better make you respect me You people are gonna respect me if it kills you You people are gonna respect me if it kills you (alright verse two I swear) 'Ey yo endless speculation I'm facin' Constant controversial relations To gun crime at garage events With so many claims and no evidence Suggesting I'm the reason For the UK gun clap season I'm legal, may I stress To the fool for the sake of Strident intelligence Go ahead check my files all day Bit of criminal damage and T-D-A Might be a little bit of violent disorder But I ain't never been locked away Got some mates that have been convicted Yer, so what, it's the hand life dealt them We weren't blessed with the system's T-L-C Government shoulda tried ta help them Been a law breaker, ain't tryna hide it As for the sentence, ain't tryna ride it Stop that so I could do this I'm legit, ya may as well kiss my A-S-S P-L-E-A-S-E I'm L-E-G-I-T You ain't got nothin' on me But to the pricks who think I'm slack-in Please don't ever be fooled, I'm pack-in This is a welcome and it's a warning Please don't ever just think I'm rappin' You know the score, I'm raw from day Still Dylan the Villain from around the way Feel free to quote anything I say Please don't ever just think I'm chattin' People gonna respect me I better make you respect me People gonna respect me I better make you respect me People gonna respect me I better make you respect me People gonna respect me I better make you respect me You people gonna respect me if it kills you You people gonna respect me if it kills you You people gonna respect me if it kills you I know what you're thinkin', it's gone too far now innit Fuck it If I don't speak, who's gonna speak for me Stand up for myself in this shit So fuck you Unapologetic Can't be, never have been, won't be a prick Yer, that's it |
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| 3:25 |
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[Intro: Dizzee Rascal]
To each n every kind, (London ghetto, Birmingham ghetto) Every ghetto frame of mind, (Manchester ghetto, Newton ghetto) To each 'n' every kind, (Leeds ghetto, Liverpool ghetto) Every ghetto frame of mind, (UK ghetto, East London ghetto) To each of every kind, (North London ghetto, West London ghetto,) Wiv a ghetto frame of mind, (South London ghetto) To each 'n' every kind, It's rasket, wiv a ghetto frame of mind, Look yo [Verse One: Dizzee Rascal] We grew up in da ghetto, where summertime's short Straight action, you don't stop for a thought Most use crime as a way to pay the bills The unlucky ones end up gettin' caught We grew up in da ghetto, where the goin' gets rough Money's been around, but it's never been enough Most ain't given no choice but to hustle Some break down when the going gets tough Deep in da manna, there's all kinds of different people Minorities still struggle to be equal So many characters, four main types The good, the bad, the ugly, 'n' the evil Deep in da manna, where da poverty's visible There's not a lot sweet, so most look miserable Most cave in to the devil, took the wrong path Some kept their faith, 'n' still pray for a miracle Soccer stars emerge from da curb Up 'n' comin' MCs struggle to be heard Boy dem, dey searchin' for da next jailbird Fuck, talk, murder 'n' they live by their word Shotters keep da money goin' round Kids go astray, most never get found I've noticed there's a ghetto in every town 'N' the skies are empty, because da stars are on da ground [Chorus: Vanya] Sometimes I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, askin' myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by [Verse Two: Dizzee Rascal] We grew up in the ghetto, saw real life pain Real life struggle, wiv real life strain Real life kiddies, wiv real life guns 'N' real life mothers lose real life sons Gang wars erupting on the dance floor Seasons, Beef after beef, jus' to be da top geezers, Big arm slash, hit da Stratford bricks Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain reps What's that all about, I ask my self before I swing More time, I'm beefin' over any little thing Beef in any area, region or vicinity My ghetto frame of mind makes me prone to hostility To many brethrens locked up, too many young baby mothers Each 'n' every crew n colour, ghetto sisters and brothers If you know your from da slums, keep reppin' no doubt Stay ghetto if you must, just remember to get out [Chorus: Vanya] Sometimes I'm lost, look up at the sky Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I'm lost, askin' myself why Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by |
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| 3:27 |
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Knock, knock, who's there?
Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras, Anarchic-arse, killer MC force Knock, knock, who's there? Bad Bad who? Boy, I'm here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock, who's there? Jack Jack who? You You're not wiv your crew, what you gonna do? Knock, knock, who's there? Big Big who? Gun, point me to the sun, watch your fassy run Yo, I'm Dizzee Ras, nightmare from the big e-a-s-t I'm exactly what your parents don't wanna see on your TV I'm nasty, precisely, intimidate anyone that I choose Refuse to lose, express unlimited controversial views Your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat And/or familiar with my sound, I'm formerly from the underground And its clear, for a year I've been turnin' up the heat Made you get up an' outta your seat Shake your fists and shuffle your feet Let's make another thing clear They didn't burn me up enough, I'm still here So what was the purpose of your little charade? Your little charade was whack Just about hurt meh, You shoulda marked me up on a rampage now I'm back 5 stab wounds, couple scratchin', bruisin' and some (chains?) 4 half-hearted fassies, 4 borers, no brains Did it, two weeks before my album helped me sell double But let's not dwell on that, it's the least of your trouble Knock, knock, who's there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras, Anarchic-arse, killer MC force Knock, knock, who's there? Bad Bad who? Boy, I'm here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock, who's there? Jack Jack who? You You're not wiv your crew, what you gonna do? Knock, knock, who's there? Big Big who? Gun, point me to the sun, watch your fassy run Hey y'all considerin', the part I play, the position i'm in You wouldn't be expectin' me to say I prefer the day to nights when I gotta turn up and play-up Rip-off dusty sweaty cluttered raves Where the audience all screw-face and the promoters don't wanna pay And half o'the boys in the crowd wanna blast me And half o'the girls wanna show how little they care 'bout standin right there At the front tryin' a look right past me It gets depressin', thinkin' bout it even more Knowin' that i'm gonna face the usual hassle at the door Because as well as lippy hacks I hate cocky bouncers I ain't ere to rave i'm ere to get paid, look You search me up rough like I'm any common crook y name's on the flyer man, forget the guest book Abusin' your authority, you look like a fool You faulty standard underdog, you know you're old skool I ain't wearin' a shirt and shoes, so you don't think I look right But its cushty mate, I'm gettin paid more than you tonight Knock, knock, who's there? Dizzee Dizzee who? Ras, Anarchic-arse, killer MC force Knock, knock, who's there? Bad Bad who? Boy, I'm here to annoy, take away your joy Knock, knock, who's there? Jack Jack who? You You're not wiv your crew, what you gonna do? Knock, knock, who's there? Big Big who? Gun, point me to the sun, watch your fassy run |
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| 11. |
| 3:18 |
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How am I gonna pull this off man with out soundin' dark?
This, this is too sensibly for me man How you gonna have a dream come true? I use to dream 'bout crazy little things like fame, in the days hangin' outside the off-license. We use to run around the streets reckless with no shame, mainly up too no good A whole world a nonsense and when the girls walk by, we would try to catch their eye And if they ain't a show face, we would act immature ova people Tryed to tap me girl since I was a kid, a couple west girls on my radar, I was raw And I was dead sure that I knew it all, whole world against me Attitude I nearly blew it all, I find it a real big struggle, gettin' thru it all I swear I didn't wanna listen cuz I sure didn't care, Not know if a reality I'd have to prepare, cuz money don't grow on no stick when it's rare Me own bro was lukin' less than less the lick, plus I was growin' up, life was lukin like a scare How you gonna have a dream come true? I use to love music. It was like my hidden hobbie, but I couldn't get on local radio back then, So I went to north London, I travelled to Tottenham to be precise And got some air time on Heat FM, then it escalated. I was gettin' ratings here and there and carried on until eventually I was everywhere I started doin all the hot spots; Ministry, Ceaser's Palace, P Area Tannin MCs, I did the grim and the glamour, I did the port and the plush, I didn't hang around, I wanted my money in a rush, Mind frame in the studio, dis stage no time to chat I didn't wanna engage I found my self a new hussel, it was beautiful and non like the one before a bit more suitable, The more challenging it got the more I fought it Made an album, over a 100,000 people bought it, thank you. Talk 'bout things you like, to, do How you gonna have a dream come true? To all the youngers cotching in the stairs in the flats To the super star soccerlings, Beckham in the makings, you can go far If you put your mind to it, you're a star Don't wait to be told, just do it, Try and keep school in your plans, don't worry bout ur mans They'll be there in the end if you're real If they ain't, don't be makin' no effort to impress You're fine the way you are, just do what you feel Young baby mothers, yo I got your back as well, Young baby fathers ,hold it down for your girl, I ain't tryin' to preach but for what it's worth (what it's worth) That kid's the next generation, planet Earth, Big shout to the world cuz I been all around (all around) When I'm gone, I'm always thinkin' 'bout my home town, I'm from the LDN, no forgettin' that, and the big uk I stay reppin' that! How you gonna have a dream come true? Hey you love that, tell me you don't love that |
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Yo I dunno, Marga Man, wit tha rasket, Dizzee Rascal
Walking through the club doors, make way, make space Make some more yo 'n' gettin' all the girls Think der set, they don't know, they stink of sweat It's Marga Man, Dizzee Rascal As I get past the bouncers, walk to the dancefloor, Onto the stage, am blastin', I've been blessed tonight on the sight With all these beautiful beenies dancing Am normally placed in front of a crowd Who push up their face and stare and just stand, But thank god tonight, it's a totally different affair I'm so excited and delighted, Almost feel to take ma hat off to these beenies Who excite me by the way they shake their back off It's amazing the way you lower urself and rise again,, It's amazing, I feel the type to pick up the mike and rise again Yo we got girls in the north, girls in the south, Girls in the east, girls in the west Yo big batties, big breasts, So much gash no time to rest Straight to the ting, no time to caress, Sex, we don't settle for less Shines, we don't settle for less No long time thing coz we don't like stress Girls shake ya battys high, guys who can give it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance all night Shake ya batty to the left, shake ya batty to the right Girls shake ur batties high, guys who gonna give it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance all night Can you bang it to the left, can you bang it to the right Yo I'm 'avin it tonight This big bumpa slapped me in the eye, Don't make me cry It's so crazy, got some hot chicks And this old lady, it's so gravy, It's so orange man these girls are hot like porridge Erm, excuse me we're gonna 'ave to get rid of you Why, you're here, but your bumper's still in the queue, Oh coo ya shout girls all ova England Mitey grips states of kingdom wer? Kingdom rest tonite And individually left to right 'cause you see tonight gonna be a gyalist 'n' 'ave bad girls smokin' ma trellece, you kno' wot I'm sayin' Fight ya nuts me am tryin' to forget Yo we got girls in the north, girls in the south Girls in the east, girls in the west Yo big batties, big breasts, So much gash, no time to rest Straight to the ting, no time to caress, Sex, we dont settle for less, Shines, we don't settle for less No long time thing coz we don't like stress Girls shake ya battys high, guys who can giv' it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance alnight, Shake ya batty to the left, shake ya batty to the right Girls shake ur batties. guys who can give it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance alnight Shake ya batty to the left, shake ya batty to the right Yo wots all the rampin' n bettin' about I could be givin' u the fitness, I'm wettin' u out Gimme one chance, we can dance under the seats Cardiovascular sweatin', you out no escape No lettin' you out, not rape, not at all, Jus workin' u out, I got my hands on ur hips 'Cause flips which makes me cockin' you out, rockin' you out Giv' a shout, giv' a scream now I know you're keen, I'll come clean, but I maintain skips on ya pussy lips Insane is the word to use when I penetrate I cause mass hysteria and pleasure Pain next best high to cocaine But I could offer you triple the buzz I'll call ma 'cause and we'll go again Yo we got girls in the north, girls in the south Girls in the east, girls in the west Yo big batties, big breasts, So much gash, no time to rest Straight to the ting, no touch, caress Sex, we dont settle for less Shines, we don't settle for less No love ting coz we don't like stress Girls shake ya batty high, guys who can give it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance alnight Shake ya batty to the left, shake ya batty to the right Girls shake ya batty high, guys who can give it her Not got no hair to shine like me We don't have to fight, we could dance alnight Shake ya batty to the left, shake ya batty to the right |
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Imagine if I showed you one day I was leavin da hood,
Would you call me a sell out, would you say it's all good? Would you follow if you could? Or would you jus' tell me get da hell out? And imagine if I showed you that I'd found another way Of gettin' dough with out doin' dirt, let's blurt Would you love me for givin' you some hope? Or resent me 'cause your pride got hurt? Imagine if we never grew up on a council estate And was country manor raised, with a spoon in our mouth Would we still be makin' fuss about da east an' da south? Would we shiver at da robberies, murder an' da crack? And thank God that we didn't have to live like that Jus' an image on da TV as were comfortably sat sippin' wine Room lit by da summer sunshine, Not a worry in da world as we cash while we chat Oblivious to how we would be livin' on da flipside No experience, not a clude about a rough ride No harrassment, no boy dem on our back side That'd be amazin' still! But I know you wonder would it make you any less real? What's da current spot your standin' in offerin'? If you had a better offer, would you go for da kill? Snap out of your daydream, how do you feel? Does it all seem worthwhile for ya? Try an' put it in perspective Retrospective of your profile and your honour, Do you wanna hang about or are you a goner? Come along, think fast, decision time You've been livin' in da grime, don't you wanna climb? Da ladder of life, da wall of enlightenment Or are you looking for da hype an' excitement 'Cause there's so much drama in da LDN It's kinda hard tryin' to find legal money to spend Generation genocide look possible Da rate at which we drew up for da sken An' pretend that we don't know who da real enemy is, Who should we hold responsible, instead we offend A couple square metres of pavement in da endz, What would we achieve, my friends? |
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Yeah, oi
What up man, what are ya this week? He thinks he's rough, and he's always got a screw-face He's stush and he thinks he's heavy I've heard, I've heard it all man That's the same thing, that's the same shit I can't believe it I'm just being me I work... I'm not doing cos I got the money or cos I'm famous This is what I was, you get me? (You know my face, I've been everywhere I swear to you) You can say I'm too rude, you can say I think I'm heavy You can say I think I'm all that, I've heard it all already You can say I think I'm rough, you can say you can't wait 'Till the day you meet me face to face and swear to set me straight You can say I sound whack, you can say I'm overrated You can slag me off to every female I've ever dated You can say I'm kinda meek, you can say I'm just a prick Just say you what you want and what you will but say it quick [CHORUS] Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there, yeh? You can I'm arrogant, you should probably say I'm vain You can say my head swole since I see a little fame You can say I left the hood, my success was a mistake You can say I'm under pressure, you can say I'm bound to break You can never say I'm fake, cos I always keep it real You can say "so wot?" I can say "so chill" You can say I'm too cheeky, you can say I make you sick Just say what you want and what you will but say it quick [CHORUS] Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there, yeh? Fellas acting bitchy lately quite unsurprisingly They would love to cut my face but they just cock their eyes at me Like little ladies would you wish you could express yourself with violence Silence is your best option, best keep your feelings stealth And they're wondering if I'm gonna laugh, I'm saying don't worry I weren't invited here, I ain't leavin in a hurry So any preconceptions that you've got of me, forget them Please don't let 'em, confuse you -- I'm gully And rude, and blatant, no time, in a hurry, impatient Don't make no more inquiries, fuck you is my only statement The only answer I'm about to give you: Fuck you and whoever came with you Fuck them and anybody related, fuck about, get me frustrated Cos I ain't the type to hype and rare Hope I scare em, make 'em fear me I'm pretty certain you're not near me There's no need for that I'm taking time, away from the pen and pad and grime serious grime Leave the microphone alone, strap and spray some verses with the 9 [CHORUS] Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there Cos I'm flyin, I ain't got time You must be makin' moves, why you watchin' mine? You got so much to say about my grime You must be up there, I see you up there, yeh? Rascit... won't change for no one, ever I'm me, I've been me Dapper, rapper, jacker, whateva' I don't play, swear to you |
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Deep -- Roll Deep through the depths of my mind...
Deep -- Roll Deep through the depths of my mind... Deep-de-deep Roll Deep through the depths of my mind... Lord knows what I'll find when I re-re-rewind Deep-- Roll Deep through the depths of my mind... Deep-de-deep Roll Deep through the depths of my mind... 'Cause I deep-- Roll Deep through the depths of my mind... Lord knows what I'll find when I reach 'Cause I've got so much to say.. in so little time.. In such a short space, I've got so much to do.. But if I can't find a way around, I'll find a way across And if I can't find a way across, I'll bore straight through.. I find myself in a pickle.. this music ain't fickle.. Surrounded by big dawgs and I consider them lickle.. As they crash the particle.. the other giants.. I might apply some knowledge and wait for a ripple.. On my shoulder is a ripple Some love it.. some hate the idea of (no idea) Squeeze a dollar from a nickle.. |
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