Dizzee My name's Dizzee Ras an' I entertain I got a hot head but I use my brain A lot of wicked MC's but we ain't the same I got flows and money that
Mikrofone, Texte, Beats sind meine Welt, und so lang ich leb' wird meine Produktion von Raps nicht eingestellt. Lebenslänglich ein MC, ich geh nicht
just forced it, the furious females to fly to with (Fuck) Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds A musical score leg, need
all war, no fun Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on Arm leg shots to hit the
3 pac 4 4 pac 3 pac 2 pac 1 You're pac he's pac You're pac none This guy ain't no motha fuckin MC I know everything he's got to say against me I am
1Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, 4 4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pacs, 1 You're Pac, he's Pac, Yo Pac; none This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC, I know everything he's bout to say against
, 3 pac, 4 4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1 You're pac, he's pac, no pacs, none This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC, I know everything he's got to say against me
start with Experts, Bad and Evil is comin' soon MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC
One two, one two We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all Brought to you by the world famous wake-up show Bobby Steels, Staple' tails, MC's
, creep through side streets Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak Punchlines - man, don't even beg I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg
that! I got it like that! I'm fuckin like that! I do it like that!) Smack you with a condom, on and on For.. you stink mc's! [eon] I got vintage nikes
hip-hop's wack man Yeah I know, say word All these MC's got diseases Yeah, they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague, baby MC's got delusions of
sweet in a drop But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga We pop bottles, bottle, right over you head, niggas Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg
that brrrap, collapse backwards Shit, that's when the force roll through I Malcolm X you pigs, what the pork gon' do? I Malcolm X the track, that mean arm-leg-leg
noch nicht, zeig mir einen mc der so abwechslungsreich am mic ist wie ich, ich mein so langsam reg ich mich auf, ihr denkt, immer wieder wir' war fett, doch da leg
to notice I come through your postage I don't play the rap souflee for the day Ruler zig-zag-zig a, leg leg arm head Spread like plague we drink Hennessee
named K He's a MD Last time I heard Yo, was gettin real friendly Belly to belly and Chest to chest Thigh by thigh Leg by leg and I guess Ain't no way
While I, chanel stars through pipe lines Illuminate the sky day and night make my presence defined Yo, blue Gucci sale platinum tag taped to my leg Promise