Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal
Vocals
C Cane
C Cane
Vocals
P Money
P Money
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Mills
D. Mills
Composer
P More Williams
P More Williams
Composer
Candice Lonji Anwasi
Candice Lonji Anwasi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal
Producer
Jake Gordon
Jake Gordon
Mixing Engineer
Marcus Locock
Marcus Locock
Assistant Recording Engineer
Graeme Durham
Graeme Durham
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I ain't gonna say it again so miss me With the games I don't play or pretend I ain't taking no L's I ain't beggin no friend And I ain't telling no tails I'm just getting revenge I ain't gonna say it again I'll do what they say I can't then I'll do it again All I go is grind hard get pea and I spend And it ain't never gonna end (Get ready) Sharper than a dagger Bigger and I'm badder stand tall I don't need a bloody ladder Why they try'na act like I don't matter Why I gotta be the topic Of your bloody chitter chatter Why they talk about my profit Like I had it on a platter Why they talking like I never was a jacker I was just another (what you sayin) Young rapper try'na pattern up a strategy A little bit of patter I ain't looking for a pat on the back I want a pat and a stack I pay a whole lot of tax and If they knew what I was stacking They would have a panic attack (woo) You're a small fry I'm a family pack I'm try'na stack into the sky And keep the family fat And that's that as a matter of fact I move like I've got a battery pack And I don't not like miss me With the yakkity yak You'll have me with your favourite rapper And I shat on the track And you was looking for your yakkity yak She was sat on my lap I got the pussy on tap You're a pussy with a strap And I've seen every kinda pussy Give it the yap and get clapped I'll tell a pussy chill and relax or get a slap I'll slap a boy out of his slacks I got plaques but I really want a billi and racks I'm like a battle axe Cut through a slip in the cracks I got the? I'm on the victory lap? I was a fidgety chaps They make it ring? make the thingy go I bring the misery to all you silly slivery prats Perhaps I've got the vision I see clear as a prism They wanna see a collision a coalition Me and P Money swinging the rhythm Were in a bigger division we seeing? In the cut on a mission you better listen I ain't gonna say it again so miss me With the games I don't play or pretend I ain't taking no L's I ain't beggin no friend And I ain't telling no tails I'm just getting revenge I ain't gonna say it again I'll do what they say I can't then I'll do it again All I go is grind hard get pea and I spend And it ain't never gonna end I'm ten outa ten It ain't on you it's in ya It ain't on you it's in ya It ain't on you it's in ya Bet you know what I'm on when I spin ya It ain't on you it's in ya It ain't on you it's in ya It ain't on you it's in ya Better know what you're on (Get ready) I know why I never got the award Coz I'm still putting man up in the hospital ward If I pull up in a Honda Accord, this? I don't know whay they wanted a war I ball out with hooligans On scrappin' at home and abroard You weren't there you was home with your broad Tell 'em when am cheff with this beef I ain't messin Gordon rams Couldn't handle the sauce Big boy sets surrounded by 20 dead MC's feel like im trapped in a morgue Turn man into a corpse Bury man alive with the fantastic four What you expect when you man gas up a torch Sex on my own might cum my left blade on my right side Never ever have my back to the doors Luke Skywars when I cut a man with force You don't want me battling, batterin' Then I grab a snake and rattle it Firing so many shells for the top The round looks like a gravel pit Wanna see what ive got until I unravel it Look how they stutter and babble it You went on backing it When it gets messy then don't tackle it Take whose chain who brought you ain't having it Never caught that line But clain your trappin it For all its not that innit, you ain't got the belly your chattin it If I left the money your grabbin it Skateboard MC you've been on the grind for years Without stacking it Every year attacking it that's why im busy Summer after summer (winter as well) Everyone knows im busy They don't know Dylan But still every MC I span Knows what it's like to be dizzy I ain't gonna say it again so miss me With the games I don't play or pretend I ain't taking no L's I ain't beggin no friend And I ain't telling no tails I'm just getting revenge I ain't gonna say it again I'll do what they say I can't then I'll do it again All I go is grind hard get pea and I spend And it ain't never gonna end I'm ten outa ten It ain't on you it's in ya It ain't on you it's in ya It ain't on you it's in ya Bet you know what I'm on when I spin ya It ain't on you it's in ya It ain't on you it's in ya It ain't on you it's in ya Better know what you're on Goin' for all that I'm destined The test this proof, yeah right were your head is I come like an electric chair in here ca' I bring shock at the end of the sentence Test this get left back at the fences Have you stay back like a youth in detention Trust I been cold ready to show all you folks that I ain't the one to mess with Or; those who oppose when I rise to the throne? Were a threat to ever commence with the rise of this phone I pity the fool cause I'm ready to school I prove even in my shoes you can't ever try move like me Tailor-made, not talkin' the suit, I keep CB wave not CV soon On me All in the name get I whipped into shape C -a-n-e no fame they know who I be That lady givin' em hell they fought to repel but can't can't 'cos they stuck on the spell Would you put bars on bars no Jessica they can't 'Cos I'm doing it well I know 'cos they shell for it Behind bars but there isn't no bell to it I pass anything put in my way I want longevity not the minutes of fame Definitive ways of talk if you want it I'm on some Said talk if you want it I'm on job - easy That be the silly mistake a? mistake ca' I'm willing to aim at lames that wanna move mad They're on it like loose pounds at a boot camp when it bores down you'll sing like Susan, trust me I take the p these pagans can't ever come against me Never Can you i-magine? Hoooooh my Gosh Wow! The audacity They're not right in the head you know They're just not right in the head! What happened to these kids? Where are your parents?! Hey-oi, I'm so sorry, I chat so much shit
Writer(s): Dylan Mills, Paris Moore Williams, Candice Nawesi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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