Album: Showtime (2004)Knock Knockchorus:
Knock knock who's there?
Dizzee
Dizzee who?
Ras, and I kick arse, kill a mc fast
knock knock who's there?
Bad
Bad who?
Boy, i'm here to annoy, take away your joy
Knock knock who's there?
jack
jack 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 nicely 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
(And now I'm here!)
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 merked me
I woz on a rampage now i'm back
5 stab wounds. couple scratches, bruises and some pains
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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Ey yo considerin, the part i play, the position I'm in, You wouldnt be expectin me to say I prefer the day to nights when I gotta turn up and play.
Rip-off dusty sweaty cluttered raves
Where the audience all screw-faced 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 hags 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(what?)
but its cush-ty mate i'm gettin paid more than you tonight
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