Dizzee Rascal Knock Knock Lyrics

Knock Knock Lyrics

chorus: 

Knock knock who's there? 

Dizzee 

Dizzee who? 

Ras, Anarchic-arse, killer mc force 

knock knock who's there? 

Bad 

Bad who? 

Boy, i'm here to annoy, take away your joy 

Knock knock who's there? 

jak 

jak who? 

you 

you're not wiv your crew, what you gonna do? 

Knock knock who's there? 

Big 

Big who? 

Gun, point me to the sun, watch your fassy run 



Yo, i'm dizzee ras nightmare from the big e a s t 

i'm exactly what your parents don't wanna see on your tv 

i'm nasty precisely intimidate anyone that i choose 

refuse to lose express unlimited controversial views 

your average boy or girl on the street might be familiar with my beat 

and/or familiar with my sound i'm formerly from the underground 

and its clear, for a year 

i've been turnin up the heat made you get up an outta your seat 

shake your fists and shuffle your feet 



lets make another thing clear 

they didnt burn me up enough i'm still here 

so what was the purpose of your little charade? 

your little charade was whack 

just about hurt me you shoulda marked me up on a rampage now i'm back 

5 stab wounds couple scratchin bruisin and some (chains?) 

4 half-hearted fassies 4 borers no brains 

did it, two weeks before my album helped me sell double 

but lets not dwell on that its the least of your trouble 



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Hey y'all considerin, the part i play, the position i'm in 

you wouldn't be expectin me to say 

i prefer the day to nights when i gotta turn up and play-up 

rip-off dusty sweaty cluttered raves 

where the audience all screw-face and the promoters don't wanna pay 

and half o'the boys in the crowd wanna blast me 

and half o'the girls wanna show how little they care bout standin right there


at the front tryina look right past me 

it gets depressin thinkin bout it even more 

knowin that i'm gonna face the usual hassle at the door 

because as well as lippy hacks i hate cocky bouncers 

i ain't ere to rave i'm ere to get paid, look 

you search me up rough like i'm any common crook 

my name's on the flyer man forget the guest book 

abusin your authority you look like a fool 

you faulty standard underdog you know you're old skool 

i ain't wearin a shirt and shoes so you don't think i look right 

but its cush-ty mate i'm gettin paid more than you tonight 



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