seems 2 be

rascal, dizzee

who's dat

who's dat

who's dat

the dope is flying

og

pimp hustler

gangster player

hardcore mother fucker

living today

to be honest

i'm totally and completely on his dick!

and you know this man

it's the return of dizzee rascal

dem boy na ready yet

trend make a never set

inside outside

inside outside

stop dat

start dat

get dat

yo

you know

going on dirty going on stank

roll deep on these

put these mc's on deep freeze

hit these

wit these and rip these

come like rusko

come flip these

so please don't write with these

fearless

angry

sick mc's

don't like christine's or brittany's

allow us off; i'll take him with keys

and this one strictly for pickneys

old school afro dry wineys

barclays. halifax

we stick these

endless gunshots

you lick these

trick these

cid with e

touch mic

mc's jump like fleas

player haters get chop like trees

come a boy rascal

to a boy miseries

it seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds

and manners on flame

keep them higher for them fame

it seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed

and player for them for the hour

and the boys will make you bleed

seems to be djs and m and gold and nike

we roll deep for the money; we don't want to take your cash

it seems to be love and war and hate and life

harsh life

hustle life

thug life

street life

so far from clean

take his trace

to your aunt maureen

get rhymes

get heard get seen

dizzy run tings

like

keep vigilant

keep on guard

we chuck grenades at scotland yard

retard gets kick hard real hard

leave death threats in your birthday card

oh my days what is he like

dizzee don't come

dizzee don't bust might

world wide web

dot slash east end

dizzee don't com jack your girlfriend

co dot uk and last collar

deaf kick back slash dot holler

frank frasier lyrical tank

dizzee come fresh going on stank

it seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds

and manners on flame

keep them higher for them fame

it seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed

and player for them for the hour

and the boys will make you bleed

seems to be djs and m and gold and nike

we roll deep for the money; we don't want to take your cash

it seems to be love and war and hate and life

harsh life

hustle life

thug life

street life

ding dong its on

fake mcs want to sing my song

you want to test hurry up bring it on

wanna take me for a mong

that's wrong

hit them with a ge con do

like key do blow

leave bullet hole in your moskeno clothes

hot like weather

we grow

carry condoms for the hoes

back

front

inside

out

dizzee run a flow to make a boy wile out

six foot deep you can never climb out

i smoke dat weed till my mum finds out

front

back

outside

in

bear folk kids sipping on jing-sing

love making not doggy styling

in a dark park

when the dark in being

it seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds

and manners on flame

keep them higher for them fame

it seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed

and player for them for the hour

and the boys will make you bleed

seems to be djs and m and gold and nike

we roll deep for the money; we don't want to take your cash

it seems to be love and war and hate and life

harsh life

hustle life

thug life

street life

i have the feeling that you love me.