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This song is by Dizzee Rascal and appears on the album Showtime (2004).

Like, who the fuck are you?
Yeah, who the fuck are you?
Is it recordin', yeah?

I come direct when I inject
And I'm expecting your respect
I'm a baller you've been chucked,
I'm the kind of kid you can't protect ya know
Out 'n' about I put my elbow in your mouf
You're a fassy there's no doubt
I bet my sword will make you shout
I'm intense you best see sense,
I'll have you hangin' from a fence
Then I'll laugh at your expense
And maybe chuck you 50 pence
Snitch you make me switch you sound
And look just like a bitch
Whether you're poor or whether you're rich
I'll leave you lyin' in the ditch
Cause I'm from ragged raggo rags
You wear raggo rags like me
I'm ahead boy, I ain't in tune
Rappin raggo rapidly
We easily be the worst
Bust academics first
Batty crew m.c's get academicly reversed
I'm academicly perverse
Academicly perverted
Batty crew mc's get academicly diverted
Some return
We clearly get burnt
Get hurt,
Until they realise they should academicly have flirted

You don't want the beef you don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts I ain't got the time
But you can come to the man and get jacked
Come to the man 'n' get pill
Come to the man 'n' get shot
Come to the man 'n' get killed
We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your crew
If you can't back that armsouse, who the fuck are you?
We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your firm
If they don't wanna listen, then we better make em learn

Raised in the gutter I was told I should fight
I create and cause confusion from the left to the right
I'm sweet as a nut, i'm doin alright, cosy 'n' comfortable
Still I try n avoid the sergeant, PC and the constable
Raised in the gutter I was told I should bop
I create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top
I doin' ok, I will honestly say
This year I'm flyin' through
I could easily find myself in jail but I ain't tryin to
I keep it clear in front, relax wid the pressure,
I'm dirty, and I'm stank but ain't nobody fresher
My haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care
When it comes to my location they would love to be aware
But I could be in the manor, could be overseas,
Could well be definitely making peace
Could be live at Wembley warmin' up for Jay-Z
Still I'm definitely certain that you can't see me

You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time
But you can come to the man and get jacked
Come to the man 'n' get pill
Come to the man 'n' get shot
Come to the man 'n' get killed
We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your crew
If you can't back that armsouse, who the fuck are you?
We call it armsouse, armsouse, go 'n' get your firm
If they don't wanna listen, then you better make em learn

Credits Edit

  • Written by: Dylan Mills, Tesmond Rowe and Vanguard Vardoen
  • Produced by: Taz and Vanguard
  • Engineered, mixed and additional produced by: Nick Cage

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