Dizzee Rascal Seems 2 Be Lyrics

Seems 2 Be Lyrics

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, Come 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 mic MC's jump like fleas 

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) heads, 

and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds 

It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed (and) 

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 out real hard, leave death threats in your birthday card. 

Oh my days what is he like? Dizzee.com Dizzee.bust mic 

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) heads, 

and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds 

It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed (and) 

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 hurry up bring it on; wanna take me for a mong? (Nar that's wrong)


Hit em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blow leave bullet holes in the
moschinos clothes 

hot 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 

Love makin? nah doggy-styling, in a dark park where the dark come in. 



Chorus: 

It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) heads, 

and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds 

It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed (and) 

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!