Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
"Face Lyrics"
Spit Sperm Lyrics
I keep account of my hits and my misses The bottle makes the final call Fuel me with some of your kisses Turn towards the weeping wall Distilled within your discipline Return to go and start again Bleeding on your hallowed ground I'm gonna lay this sodden soul right down in... Spit sperm spit Your TV is my te
I keep account of my hits and my misses The bottle makes the final call Fuel me with some of your kisses Turn towards the weeping wall Distilled within your discipline Return to go and start again Bleeding on your hallowed ground I'm gonna lay this sodden soul right down in... Spit sperm spit Your TV is my te
Face
Yo,
Let’s talk about over-excited brehs on the road,
who brake all street honourary codes,
Can’t get a real name for themselves,
Living off reflected glory,
Living off face
said he knows slimzee ,maxwell, gods gift, said he knows plake, said he knows ace.]
Claims he's tight wiv mega man, cool with romeo cousin of kaish,
said he knows neeko breder hypes, said he had lunch at lethals place
Backstage with the nasty crew
I ask them to get out of my face,
He looks at my face,
I look for a way to move him clear from out of my face
But I leave him there
Hope to the face receiving air
Get a [light] late night phone call,
Pissed cosâ€
A Corpse Is A Corpse Lyrics
A corpse is a corpse. Of course it is. Predetermined destiny, Uncommon bond. Don't be afraid to take my hand. Walk with the dead beaten broken man. A cult of me, a stain and feast the open brain. The pleasures I indulge will pave a pathway to hell, From an offset imbalance of membrane and cell. And though you try
™ it’s one past Business hoursA corpse is a corpse. Of course it is. Predetermined destiny, Uncommon bond. Don't be afraid to take my hand. Walk with the dead beaten broken man. A cult of me, a stain and feast the open brain. The pleasures I indulge will pave a pathway to hell, From an offset imbalance of membrane and cell. And though you try
And the clocked this number don’t look local
This is why I don’t answer the phone
Twenty missed calls in total,
Plus 8 voicemails and about 14 text messages
People can’t take hints and messages,
And the message is leave me alone
People got a problem,
[act like]I can make [dubplates] for them,
So they can look [good and tell tales]
its All jiggy and we look like pals
so i can b the next big star in their phonebook
you look like the real top bois when the
gyals look big Bow capital front, ...[?]
Disgrace and listen to the face
Mayhem drama jealousy envy hate
[Karma] face
Let’s talk about face,
Let’s talk
Goodbye Again Lyrics
I'm on the outside, looking in What do I see? So much of this left to begin Where would I be? Out on the outside, looking in Cover me through this night Guess I don't know what's, left to say But hear me out All of the dreams of, yesterday Keep breaking me down What's on the outside, can you say Or am I
about moneyI'm on the outside, looking in What do I see? So much of this left to begin Where would I be? Out on the outside, looking in Cover me through this night Guess I don't know what's, left to say But hear me out All of the dreams of, yesterday Keep breaking me down What's on the outside, can you say Or am I
Mayhem drama jealousy envy hate
[Karma] face
Let’s talk about face,
So many faithful stars I’ve got to deal with
Smiling just for the sake of God knows what
They think or wonder what prognosis they link to my global interest
[…?]
Any place where they’re not,
Can I get a little space or what?
All complaints aside because I appreciate my love
I know you feel the vibe,
I understand what it takes to swallow your pride
and give a boy ratings and [props]
But I believe that’s where it stops,
Maybe a hug or a cuddle [at tops]
But please don’t congregate all around me
[grind] Intoxicate and surround me
Just for the face
Junk Yard Dawg Lyrics
I heard a voicebox chatter in the neighborhood They say Slim Jack Willie's gonna get you good He's round the corner I gotta warn ya Lock up your window tight You're in for trouble straight on the double Lickity-split babe out go the lights If you keep on messin' with the Junkyard Dawg Don't jump the fence boy you got no sense Don't
Mayhem drama jealousy envy hateI heard a voicebox chatter in the neighborhood They say Slim Jack Willie's gonna get you good He's round the corner I gotta warn ya Lock up your window tight You're in for trouble straight on the double Lickity-split babe out go the lights If you keep on messin' with the Junkyard Dawg Don't jump the fence boy you got no sense Don't
[Karma] face
Let’s talk about face,
Let’s talk about money
Mayhem drama jealousy envy hate
[Karma] face
Let’s talk about face,
[…?]
on the Go like no other
Looks like wifey material but shes a ho undercover
She aint the type of girl you should take home to your mother
You [twanged her,] banged her now you’re almost certain that you love her
shes known for that that disease moves through nearly all the MCs
{high for the hype, in it for the face]Blatently off your cheese,
[lil kim mentality,face similar] to Alicia Keys
She says she wants to breathe
You’re telling her hey you’re begging her please