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dizzee rascal - graftin' lyrics

“graftin'”

[dizze talking]
so what you thinking ’bout london city now aye,
who dya city love
[background] west london, south london.

i’m the london hustler a golden grind, grind.
young hustlers we graft all the time dawn or dark, non stop uk walk.
yo as a hustler in the city before i came to stack lord knows i got the devil on ma back so call
when i gotta stay on track dog e god and i’ll stay if you like in the ld and what i done to attract
calm that i can show you where it’s at first things first get a block na flat next up get a black
hoodie anf a hat living in the big brothers camera view giving my axe to the boys in blue.
straight 5 years getting caught that’s you, sitting in a cell still wondering who don’t keep quiet and keep it on
a diet mash potato cauliflower and stew.
p-ssed off with not a lot to do and the word on the
street don’t ever seem new and resisting arrest don’t even seem true endless heart who do you believe
and will it ever relieve the loneliness let’s see if you remain convinced on my you know what the
streets are like a few more words a couple more rages other than that not a lot else changes.

[chorus:]
sky looks green
london city wish they grafting cos were gritty
hustle hustle hustle, hustle hustle hustle cos there means
sky looks green
london city wish they grafting cos were gritty

i used to roll your money up against the wall whenever i played hopscotch, well i’m clinical
parking life cos i’m back in the white mans cotch i’m being doing this since papa? i don’t want any
boy in my face invading my sp-ce or bring on star and watch!
i’ll end your hours on the clock i’ll end your days you’ll think i’m crazed when i give you big black
clock end your sentence… full stop.
now what you gonna say about gats i know your platinum or not your fought all your rhymes on spot but
i’m probably everything that you’re not.
you’re totally mad you’ve lost the plot do you even consider getting
me gone carried off to a hospital like a shot on top of a table?
i’ll dictate and relegate who’s
heavyweight i’m king on the ring make music instinct you know i do everything.

[chorus:]
sky looks green
london city wish they grafting cos were gritty
hustle hustle hustle, hustle hustle hustle cos there means
sky looks green
london city wish they grafting cos were gritty

d-mn right yeah
young hustlers london city stand up
ama show you it’s gritty out ere
ye man serious…
u beta know you betta understand
its dizzee rascal solo
i’m ere wot!
everyone stand up
dizzee rascal gizza bell!
i swear to you..

[beat]

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