Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
"Knock, Knock Lyrics"
No Question Lyrics
Concentrate, listen to me, while you do me Should I surrender when you pursue me You think a man don't have heart and soul When a hand's that good, anybody will fold It's like poetry in motion But the heart regulates the devotion Love is floatin' in a sky blue ocean Think about it Feel the m
Concentrate, listen to me, while you do me Should I surrender when you pursue me You think a man don't have heart and soul When a hand's that good, anybody will fold It's like poetry in motion But the heart regulates the devotion Love is floatin' in a sky blue ocean Think about it Feel the m
KNOCK, KNOCK
(Chorus)
Knock knock who’s there? Dizzee
Dizzee who? Ras
And I kick ass
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
Your not with your crew
What u gunna do
Knock knock who’s there? Big
Big who? Gun
Point me to the sun
Watch your fassy run
I’m dizzee ras nightmare from the big E A S T
I’m exactly what your parent don’t want to see on your tv
I nicely, precisely intimadate anyone that I choose
Refuse to to lose
Express unlimited
Kaltes Licht Lyrics
Der Mond wei? allein mit seinem kalten Licht die Welt in fahlem Schein zu zeichnen Allein das kalte Licht erg?tzt den M?rder bei seiner Tat. In seinem Schein - seine Kinder rufen ihn - ihre Mutter die ihrem Vater gleicht eins sind. Der Staub reflecktiert das gedachte Wort zu Licht Wei?er Glanz der W
contriversial viewsDer Mond wei? allein mit seinem kalten Licht die Welt in fahlem Schein zu zeichnen Allein das kalte Licht erg?tzt den M?rder bei seiner Tat. In seinem Schein - seine Kinder rufen ihn - ihre Mutter die ihrem Vater gleicht eins sind. Der Staub reflecktiert das gedachte Wort zu Licht Wei?er Glanz der W
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 turing up the heat
Made you get up and out of your seat
Shake your fists and shuffle your feet
And now I’m here
Lets make another thing clear(Overlaps here on previous line)
They didn’t bun me up enough I’m still here
So what was the perpose of your little charade, your little charade was whack
Just about hurt me
You should of merked me
I was on a rampage now I’m back
Five stab wounds
Couple sc
Sunday Morning Lyrics
Sunday morning Brings the dawn in It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning And I'm fall
ratches, bruises and some painsSunday morning Brings the dawn in It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning And I'm fall
Four half-hearted fassies
Four poor is no brains
Did it
Two weeks before my album came out helped me sell double
But lets not dwell on that, its the least of your troubles
(Chorus)
Eh yo considering
The part I play, the position i'm in you wouldn’t expect for me me to say I prefer the day to nights where I gotta turn up and play
I rip-off, dusty, sweaty, clotter raised
And the audience, all screw faced, and promoters don’t want to pay
And half of the boys in the croud wanna blast me
And half of the girls wanna show how little they care about standing right t
Sitting Duck Lyrics
I read the morning paper, someone had just died in big bold letters so it comes as no surprise I'm looking at a story bout violence, a work from a lawyer in his defense this time we got the jury by the throat I turn the television on to get away a quick reminder that we have to
here at the front, tryin t’ look right past meI read the morning paper, someone had just died in big bold letters so it comes as no surprise I'm looking at a story bout violence, a work from a lawyer in his defense this time we got the jury by the throat I turn the television on to get away a quick reminder that we have to
It gets depressing thinking bout it even more
Knowing that I’m gonna face the usual hassle at the door
Because as well as lippy hags, I hate cocky bouncers
I ain’t here to rave I’m here to get paid look
You search me up rough like im any common crook
My names on the flyer man, forget the guest book
Abusing your athority you look like a fool
You faulty standard, underdog, you know your own tool
I aint wearin certain shoes so you don’t think I look right(what?)
Thats cushdy mate, I’m gettin paid more than you tonight
(Chorus)