Seems 2 Be (Explicit)

Who's that who's that who's that

The dopest flyest OG pimp hustler gangster player hardcore motherf**ker living today

To be honest I'm totally and completely on his dick

And you know this man

It's the return of Dizzee Rascal

Dem bwoi nah ready yet trend dat u never set

Silence silence silence dat stop that start that get that Yeah you know

Going on dirty going on stank Yo

Roll deep with these put these MC's on deep freeze

Hit these Whitney's and rip these Come like Busta we flip these So Please

Don't rap with these fearless angry sick MC's

Don't like Christine's or Britney's Lala's or Tinky Winky's

And this one strictly for pick these Old school afro dry white beats

Barclays Halifax we stick these Endless gunshots we lick these

Trick these CID's with ease touch mic MC's jump like fleas

Playa haters get chopped like trees a boy rascal to a boy in histories

It seems to be cars （and） cash （and） girls （and） heads

And manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds

It seems to be phones （and） bling （and） raves （and） w**d （and）

Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed

It seems to be DJ's （and） MC's （and） Gold rings （and） Nikes

We roll deep for the money we don't want no technicalities

It seems to be love （and） war （and） hate （and） life

Harsh life hustle life thug life street life

So far from clean play kiss chase with your aunt Maureen

Get rhymes get heard get seen Dizzee run tings like Idi Armin

Keep vigilant keep on guard we chuck grenades at Scotland Yard

Retard get kicked out real hard leave death threats in your birthday card

Co uk at the stopper Bare-foot Pimp holler

It seems to be cars （and） cash （and） girls （and） heads

And manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds

It seems to be phones （and） bling （and） raves （and） w**d （and）

Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed

It seems to be DJ's （and） MC's （and） Gold rings （and） Nikes

We roll deep for the money we don't want no technicalities

It seems to be love （and） war （and） hate （and） life

Harsh life hustle life thug life street life

Ding dong its on fake MC's wanna sing my song

Wanna test hurry up bring it on wanna take me for a mong （Nar that's wrong）

Hit em with the Jeet Kun Do like key low blow leave bullet holes in the moschinos clothes

Hot like where the w**d grows carry condoms for the hoes

Back front inside out Dizzee got the floor to make a boy white out

Six foot deep you could never climb out I smoke the w**d till my mum finds out

Front back outside in bare-foot kids living on ging-seng

Love makin nah doggy-styling in a dark park where the dark come in

It seems to be cars （and） cash （and） girls （and） heads

And manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds

It seems to be phones （and） bling （and） raves （and） w**d （and）

Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed

It seems to be DJ's （and） MC's （and） Gold rings （and） Nikes

We roll deep for the money we don't want no technicalities

It seems to be love （and） war （and） hate （and） life

Harsh life hustle life thug life street life