Seems 2 Be

<br>Dizzee: Who`s that who`s that who`s that…?<br><br>Girl: The dopest, flyest OG pimp hustler, gangster player hardcore motherfucker living today. To be honest I`m totally and completely on his dick.<br><br>And you know this…man!<br><br>Verse 1:<br>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<br>Roll deep with these, put these MC`s on deep freeze,<br>Hit these Whitney`s and rip these, I`m like Busta we flip these, So Please<br>Don`t rap with these, fearless, angry, sick MC`s<br>Don`t like Christine`s or Britney`s, Lala`s or Tinky Winky`s<br>And this one strictly for pick these? Old school afro dry white beats<br>Barclays Halifax we stick these, Endless gunshots we lick these<br>Trick these CID`s with ease, touch mic MC`s jump like fleas<br>Playa haters get chopped like trees, a boy rascal to a boy in histories<br><br><br>Chorus:<br>It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) head, and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds<br>It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed-pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed<br>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<br>It seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) life-harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life!<br><br>Verse 2<br>So far from clean, play kiss chase with your aunt Maureen<br>Get rhymes get heard get seen Dizzee run tings like Idi Armin<br>Keep vigilant keep on guard, we chuck grenades at Scotland Yard<br>Retard get kicked hard real hard, leave death threats in your birthday card.<br>“O my days what is he like?” Dizzee.com Dizzee.bust mic<br>World wide web./east end, Dizzee.com jack your girlfriend!<br>Co.uk at the stopper, Bare-foot Pimp.holler<br>Frank Frasier .lyrical tank, Dizzee.com/going on stank<br><br><br>Chorus:<br>It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) head, and manners on the flames better keep your eye out for them feds<br>It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed-pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed<br>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<br>It seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) life-harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life!<br><br>Verse 3<br>Ding dong, its on, fake MC`s wanna sing my song<br>Wanna test my react bring it on; wanna take me for a mong? (Nar that`s wrong)<br>Hit �em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blow leave bullet holes in the moschinos clothes<br>What like where the weed grows, carry condoms for the hoes<br>Back front inside out, Dizzee got the floor to make a boy white out<br>Six foot deep you could never climb out, I smoke the weed till my mum finds out<br>Front back outside in, bare-foot kids living on ging-seng<br>Blud make him like doggy-styling, in a dark park where the dark come in.<br><br><br>Chorus:<br>It seems to be cars, (and) cash (and) girls (and) head, and manners on the flames better keep your eyes out for them feds<br>It seems to be phones (and) bling (and) raves (and) weed-pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed<br>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<br>It seems to be love (and) war (and) hate (and) life-harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life!