King Dizzee

Check this, before anyone gets this one Misconstrued or gets the whole message wrong, man I ain't trying to disrespect anyone with this one here, you get me? I'm just being me I got some questions I need to get off my chest - Even if it never gets answered, you know what I'm saying? It's east London, it's Maxsta, it's grime, yeah and it's real Hold tight Wiley, Hold tight Dizzee Rascal, yeah this one's called King Dizzee Hold tight Kano, yeah Baow You see, growing up, I wanted to be like Dizzee And put on for East, my part of the city I listened to his music, he painted a picture I related to the life that he lived cuh Nuttin' don't change on the street When you're caught up in the cycle, evading police It's always hoodies, hats, trainers, and jeans Racial profiling faces on street But I want to know why you ducked out On Wiley and Roll Deep, what did they do? As far as we know, you pinched Lisa Maffia's arse Got stabbed and fell out with the crew And Wiley was in hospital by your bedside As far as we all know, he's a bless guy Cuh he devoted his life to the culture If grime was a church, he'd be standing by the altar First things first, this ain't a tribute Secondly, I ain't gonna diss you I just want to know why you ducked out On the mandem and the fans that miss you I know you probably don't give two Shits, I ain't trying to make this an issue I ain't been through the things that you've been through I just wanna understand I really don't get it And I wanna understand so I'm writing this song I understand all the pop paychecks And the crib in Miami, but where have you gone? I ain't saying you supposed to hang out on street Doing meet and greets, I just want to know Why you're so anti to the G-R-I-M-E When there's more to life than Ps You made some of the best beats to this day Man remix your bars in the scene to this day Like fam, you inspired me to this day But you left your crew, what you teaching again? Everybody want to be the next Boy In Da Corner And that's never gonna happen We could all benefit from your intelligence But you ain't fucking with the scene and it's evident First things first, this ain't a tribute Secondly, I ain't gonna diss you I just want to know why you ducked out On the mandem and the fans that miss you I know you probably don't give two Shits, I ain't trying to make this an issue I ain't been through the things that you've been through I just wanna understand I don't want to sound like I'm begging it But I was a real fan, can't question it And I know I'm nuttin' but an outsider But from when Wiley was getting 'em hyper You niggas were like gods to me, first time I spoke to Will, it felt like winning to the lottery Life's too short, you man gotta speak Life's too short, I mean- fuck it The two kings of grime If anybody says different, the pricks are lying I'm just an east boy Treddin' On Thin Ice And Jezebels love me but I never link twice I wear my trousers ridiculously low Peng tings get wet cuh my boxers show If I never looked up to you lot, I would have been a lost yout Picking up a box of snow, so... First things first, this ain't a tribute Secondly, I ain't gonna diss you I just want to know why you ducked out On the mandem and the fans that miss you I know you probably don't give two Shits, I ain't trying to make this an issue I ain't been through the things that you've been through I just wanna understand Yeah, trust me man, hold tight all my east-siders man Hold tight everyone, man, Cuh we never really got shown the way, you know what I'm saying? We had to do what we had to do, you know what I'm saying Hold tight Axeman, you get me Yeah? Hold tight everyone, man And you know how that goes bruv Yeah? And it's real man I ain't even fucking about now, I swear down Yo, word