Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dizzee Rascal
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Mills
Composer
Ronald LaTour
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dizzee Rascal
Mixing Engineer
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Matthew "Formatt" DeFreitas
Mixing Engineer
Mike Marsh
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tell the barber stop fucking with my hairline
Got mine fitted to the side when I wear mine
Why these boys keep reaching for my plate
Knowing I don't want to share mine?
Why these boys keep lying when they swear blind?
Why they talking like I never made bare grime?
Talk tools like I never had a spare 9
Why they reaching for my pockets like it's their grind?
They better recline
(Don't) Don't need a co-sign from the mayor
'Cause I got a pretty penny, I ain't begging in my spare time
[Verse 2]
Why these bitches wanna hit me with their bare whine?
Tell me hit it bareback, these bitches ain't even worth the airtime
Why these singers always gotta use Melodyne?
Why these rappers on their phone and the radio
They ain't got prepared lines
Why you gotta keep gassing up their dead rhymes?
Why you gotta be a hater when I tell the truth?
Why I gotta like your shitty fire in the booth?
If you're really spitting fire where's the bloody proof?
I ain't hating on the youth, if you ain't got the juice
What's the bloody use?
'Cause I'm used to the true spitters on the roof
East side of the river that's the bloody roots
Had to put in work like a pair of muddy boots
Too big for my boots, that's the truth
No excuse for your new recruits
Bunch of dilutes, and a few flukes
I've been out of the loop
Gotta pepper M.C. with a few nukes
Bunch of fashion M.C.'s think they're too cute
Bunch of rubbish M.C.'s stick them in a chute
Chuck em out of a helicopter with no parachute
I had to jump through hoops
I'm a true brute
It ain't up for dispute
[Verse 3]
(Okay, okay, okay-okay-okay-oh, kay)
[Verse 4]
How bad do you want it?
Do you really-really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really-really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really-really want it?
Do you really-really want it?
If you want it them I'm on it
[Verse 5]
Why these brothers keep begging a reunion?
Why's so Godfather?
Why you acting like you never knew and he's moving new again?
There ain't ever gonna be another crew again
So tell Willy that I don't need a pen pal
Stop writing me these letters cause I don't know what to do with them
It ain't ever gonna be '03 or '02, they don't do it how I did it
[Verse 6]
Somebody tell me what I've gotta prove again
I was running around the manor like a hooligan
I was linking up with Gavin, he was slewing them
Would have been a mad thing if he blew all these little grime kids
Ain't got a clue
I ain't even got a problem with the newer gen
But all these rappers that you're begging I will ruin them
And tell Mega he can make all the noise that he wants
But I'll put him on his ass in a swamp with a few of them
[Verse 7]
They're still talking about my old wars
Folklore still talking about my old bars
Got my thinking that it's all I'm really known for
I ain't running from no one, I fought my own wars
C1 Northstar, that's a war lord
If they only knew the way, flip the score board
And tell Wes that he's pukka and mukka
And he's still a mad man, and a nutter and the heat I just can't afford
Cause I'm on tour, they want an encore
Yeah sure that's what I'm on for
Tell the promoters they gotta put me on more
I'm like an elevator stopping at the wrong floor
I ain't got no regrets, if I did have a set
It would be that I never flew Concorde
Now my flow is complete, 'cah I don't want no raasclaat beat
[Verse 8]
How bad do you want it?
Do you really really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really really want it?
Do you really really want it?
If you want it them I'm on it
Written by: Brock F. Korsan, Dylan Mills, Ronald LaTour
