Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
"Seems 2 Be Lyrics"
Killing Me Lyrics
Sinister love came knocking on my bedroom door I had this kind of thing happen once before Spent most of my life in recovery So tell me, tell me babe Why are you killing me Seen a lot of bad trips coming and I've been on a few Got a nightmare premonition that you're real bad news Behind your looks there's another side nobody sees So tell me, tell me babe Why are you killing me I shoulda been smart and g
Sinister love came knocking on my bedroom door I had this kind of thing happen once before Spent most of my life in recovery So tell me, tell me babe Why are you killing me Seen a lot of bad trips coming and I've been on a few Got a nightmare premonition that you're real bad news Behind your looks there's another side nobody sees So tell me, tell me babe Why are you killing me I shoulda been smart and g
Dizzee: Who’s that who’s that who’s that…?
Girl: The dopest, flyest OG pimp hustler, gangster player hardcore motherfucker living today. To be honest I’m totally and completely on his dick.
And you know this…man!
Verse 1:
It’s the return of Dizzee Rascal…..Dem bwoi nah ready yet trend dat u never set. Silence silence silence dat. stop that start that get that. Yeah you know, Going on dirty going on stank. Yo
Roll deep with these, put these MC’s on deep freeze,
Hit these Whitney’s and rip these, I’m like Busta we flip these, So Please
Don’t rap with these, fearless, angry, sick MC’s
Don’t like Christine’s or Britney’s, Lala’s or Tinky Winky’s
And this one strictly for pick these? Old school afro dry white beats
Barclays Halifax we stick these, Endless gunshots we lick these
Trick these CID’s with ease, touch m
Crystalmoors Lyrics
I do profound the death, Inside which it weakens me. Not mine acting does it cause ...it is in fear. But blindness thou see in every mortal - dreamlike thought, including in me. Beheaded I am, greedly waiting besides thine grotesque being. For a saviour of this soul had it even ever been? Thou all art but blind fruits, in mine created bowl ; Only feeling my hunger to thine flesh
ic MC’s jump like fleasI do profound the death, Inside which it weakens me. Not mine acting does it cause ...it is in fear. But blindness thou see in every mortal - dreamlike thought, including in me. Beheaded I am, greedly waiting besides thine grotesque being. For a saviour of this soul had it even ever been? Thou all art but blind fruits, in mine created bowl ; Only feeling my hunger to thine flesh
Playa haters get chopped like trees, a boy rascal to a boy in histories
Chorus:
It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) head, and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds
It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed-pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed
It seems to be DJ’s, (and) MC’s, (and) Gold rings, (and) Nikes we roll deep for the money we don’t want no technicalities
It seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) life-harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life!
Verse 2
So far from clean, play kiss chase with your aunt Maureen
Get rhymes get heard get seen Dizzee run tings like Idi Armin
Keep vigilant keep on guard, we chuck grenades at Scotland Yard
Retard get kicked hard real hard, leave death threats in your birthday card.
“O my days what i
D'Yer Mak R Lyrics
Yeah, Come On... Oh...You don't have to go Oh...You don't have to go Oh...You don't have to go I...All those tears I cry I...All those tears I cry Oh...Baby please don't go Well I read the letter you wrote me (?) And I read the words that it showed me (?) I still love you so I can't let you go I love you Uh baby I love you Oh...every breath I take Oh...every move I make Oh...baby please don't
s he like?” Dizzee.com Dizzee.bust micYeah, Come On... Oh...You don't have to go Oh...You don't have to go Oh...You don't have to go I...All those tears I cry I...All those tears I cry Oh...Baby please don't go Well I read the letter you wrote me (?) And I read the words that it showed me (?) I still love you so I can't let you go I love you Uh baby I love you Oh...every breath I take Oh...every move I make Oh...baby please don't
World wide web./east end, Dizzee.com jack your girlfriend!
Co.uk at the stopper, Bare-foot Pimp\.holler
Frank Frasier .lyrical tank, Dizzee.com/going on stank
Chorus:
It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) head, and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds
It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed-pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed
It seems to be DJ’s, (and) MC’s, (and) Gold rings, (and) Nikes we roll deep for the money we don’t want no technicalities
It seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) life-harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life!
Verse 3
Ding dong, its on, fake MC’s wanna sing my song
Wanna test my react bring it on; wanna take me for a mong? (Nar that’s wrong)
Hit ‘em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blo
Hard Hitters Lyrics
Artist: Dilated Peoples Album: Expansion Team Title: Hard Hitters feat. Black Thought [CHORUS] Stories 'bout the angels of brotherly love This is for the sisters and brothers we love "Come on" We care enough to give it uncut, straight up With no chaser 'cause time don't wait up Thats why we're sending cats back to the lab "Worldwide" The microphone's up for grabs Thats why we'
w leave bullet holes in the moschinos clothesArtist: Dilated Peoples Album: Expansion Team Title: Hard Hitters feat. Black Thought [CHORUS] Stories 'bout the angels of brotherly love This is for the sisters and brothers we love "Come on" We care enough to give it uncut, straight up With no chaser 'cause time don't wait up Thats why we're sending cats back to the lab "Worldwide" The microphone's up for grabs Thats why we'
What like where the weed grows, carry condoms for the hoes
Back front inside out, Dizzee got the floor to make a boy white out
Six foot deep you could never climb out, I smoke the weed till my mum finds out
Front back outside in, bare-foot kids living on ging-seng
Blud make him like doggy-styling, in a dark park where the dark come in.
Chorus:
It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) head, and manners on the flames better keep your eyes out for them feds
It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed-pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed
It seems to be DJ’s, (and) MC’s, (and) Gold rings, (and) Nikes we roll deep for the money we don’t want no technicalities
It seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) life-harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life!