Dizzee Rascal - Sirens

• Genre: Garage / Hip Hop / Rap / Grime
• Album: Maths & English
• Time: 03:51
• Year: 2007

Review:
This is the first video from Dizzee Rascal's album, "Maths + English". This tune is where hip hop meets metal as Dizzee is on form here and puts most of the over-rated rappers to shame. Three minutes in, you can hear Korn's "Here To Stay" riff. Pretty awesome video too; one of Dizzee's best. I like how the fox hunt was used as a visual metaphor. Basically people who are chasing Dizzee are foxhunters and at the end of the video, they pick up the fur from Dizzee's coat like it's a fox. And the blood represents when a child gets their first kill they have their forehead marked with the blood of the animal they kill. Some good acting from Rascal as well.
I don't understand how people think this song glamourises mugging since it doesn't. It's about generations and how things won't change and about the Western world developing into a police state. If you watch the video, then you'll see Dizzee run past the same grafitii again and again, which reads "Only cowards steal from the poor".
Dizzee Rascal shows why he's one of the best rappers - not that that's saying much nowadays. He actually tells a story - like an old school rapper. It's yob-poetry. There's more intelligence in Dizzee's little finger than in he brains of all modern mainstream rap artists. What's Jay-Z rapping about these days? Fucking UMBRELLAS?!

Lyrics:
Rude boy, don't watch thatCause if it's arms-house, I'll rock thatAnd if it's on top, you know I got thatCome through with a big baseball bat
[ Hook ]Blurt when you hear them sirens comingI can hear them sirens comingBetter run when you hear them sirens comingI can hear them sirens coming
[ Verse 1 ]One-to-the-two-to-the-three-to-the-fourLimehouse police knocking at my doorTwelve black boots on my bedroom floorWhat they want with Rascal I'm not sureTook me to the station 8:30For a fight that I had recentlySay they got me on CCTVAnd a pussyole boy's told on meCan't understand why these brers keep snitchingCan't understand why these brers keep bitchingNow I'm hot tempered, feel like switchingCan't stand still, trigger finger itchingGotta stay calm, gotta keep my coolIf I go jail, I'll be a damn foolGotta rise up, gotta stand up tallCan't let them see the end of Dizzee Rascal
[ Hook ]
Yo man, let's take it back to that old-school storytelling shitGet me?
[ Verse 2 ]One day I was with my bredren Adar roaming the streetOn the main road, hungry looking for something to eatNot no burger and no chips, shit that's easily digestedIt's that shit that if you re caught you'll be easily arrestedWe was on a robbing spree, I forgot to mention ClaytonWas this bredder rolling with us, he was scared and it was blatantHe was prang but back to the story, Adar spotted a manStraight ahead of us in the distance with his wifey holding handsSo we followed them through this little alleyway into the flatsWhen we thought the time was perfect, we crept up and we attackedI took the first swing, unexpected causing panicWe was ruthless causing agony in public, it was tragicMe and Adar lost the plot, acting like we was from HellBeat this bredder to the floor, moved his wifey up as wellClayton stood back shaking, wishing that he'd never cameThen from out of nowhere was Alicia screaming out my nameShe went my school, she saw it all, and by this time, she's cryingAnd to make it worse I'm hearing sirens, I aint even trying to hang around
[ Hook ]
[ Bridge ]I can hear them sirens comingI can hear them sirens comingI break the law, I will never changeI break the law, I will never changeI break the law, I will never changeStep into my zone, get your whole face re-arranged
[ Verse 3 ]See me on the telly but I ain't no actorRunning through the street bait-faced, it's a jackwaBroad daylight, no shame like a lunaticRain, hail, sleet or snow, I ain't new to itShow me what you got, better give it up quicklyLay them on their back if they chat back swiftlyBetter mind out when they come through the manor, manKeep them on their toes like Hammer, manIt's no joke, man, woman, and child I'm seekingSee, no sex, no age, I'm creepingAnything for the dough, code of the wheelersDuck from the feds and I roll with the dealersPar with the hard heads and young offendersNo, my life ain't nothing like EastendersStep into my zone, get your whole face re-arrangedI break the law, I will never change

Video:

Dizzee Rascal - Fix Up Look Sharp / Stop Dat

• Genre: Garage / Hip Hop / Rap / Grime
• Album: Boy In Da Corner
• Time: 03:13
• Year: 2003

Review:

The beat is pretty tight, but at the same time pretty simple and just shows why Dizzee Rascal is something else and unique. I miss the old Dizzee grimey stuff, before he went mainstream. The name of the song right at the end of this video is called "Stop Dat". Only complaint I have is that his voice is so high pitch, it's kind of weird because it doesn't look like it's comin from him, but nice tune still... The video is also missing some bitches dancing in the background. And there are only two verses in this song also.

Fix Up Look Sharp Lyrics:
OOOOIII!!ha ha ha ha ahaha ahahahayea!
STUPID!
[CHORUS]Fix up look sharpdon't make me paint a bitchsomething get darkhear the bang, see the sparkduck down, lay down just (get on down)
I got the big beatI hear the soundI got the big beat (Dizzee Rascal!)I get on down
[VERSE 1]I've heard the gossip from the street to the slammer,They're trying to see if Dizzee stays true to his grammer,Being a celebrity don't mean shit to me,Fuck the glitz and glamour, hey I'm with the Blicks and GammaBecause they're talking 'bout rushingTalk behind my back but to my face they say nothin',Stand up in the Parks, keep a firm, steady stance,Keep the beanies touching, keep the beanies hot flushin,Flushin MC's down the loo,If you don't believe me bring your posse, bring your crew,Feel free to hate cos i ain't trying-a be your mate,Be serious you wouldn't last an hour in my shoesIt's an Air-Force-One,Trainers by the truck load, trainers by the tonne,Don't feel dazed when I catch you by your jays,Chump, best to act like Forrest Gump, best to run!
[CHORUS]
I stay sweet as a nut, sweet like Tropicana,When the hammer hits, your head splits like bananaYour not ready for this girl,You better send your best soldiers, 'cos this is Captain Rascal!More destructive and troublesome than ever,I'll probably be doing this, probably forever,Fellas wanna stop me don't probably come together,Its probable they'll stop me, probably never,You Topman, Topman, hard toppa toppa,Come to me with an attitude, come a cropper,I'm old school like Happy Shopper,I fight old school, bring your bat and your chopper,And a First Aid Kit, and some antiseptic, this could get hectic,I'm a done accept it, you got a bright future,Don't let my shit affect it!
[CHORUS x2]
Fix up!

Stop Dat Lyrics:
OOOOIII!!ha ha ha ha ahaha ahahahayea!
Stop Dat!!!
Stop datStart datGet dat, wah?!?Been der done dat had dat, wah?!?He's got a Nokia, take dat, wah?!?Rude mouth, loud mouth watch dat, wah?!?Pretty girl, buff girlDoggy, dat, wah!?!Dizzee Rascal's on da format, wah!?!Bad manners get a backslap, wah?!?I call da shots like top cat, wah?!?Track and stack whores done dat, wah?!?Come a rude boy come prove dat, wah?!?Boy in da corner, I'm dat, wah?!?Loose school lyrical bow-cat, wah?!?Best friend, sole mate, wats dat?, wah?!?Girlfriend, wifey done dat! , wah?!?You can't know me, know dat! wah?!?Dedication to show dat! wah?!?
Chuckin' MC's like stonesBad boy forever like Sean Puffy CombsInside, outside runnin all zonesSet trend, get girls like Tom JonesBrake bones, brake your house, wifey's home,yes wifey don't leave me aloneDat boy's arrogant send for da chromeCome bare-foot like Fred FlinstoneYou got a big gun?Come bring it outButterfly-knife come along fling it outwe could jus do it old school Swing it outI suggest you best start winging outWho's dat? Wat's dat boy in my eye?Yea man, quick man, start spreadin out!Kidnapped, takin rascal's hideoutCold sweat, tie you up, get burnt out!
Yeaoooooh!!!Boys, girls start movin'Come on, Girls, boys start movin'Alright don't stop, don't stop, till it's hurtin'Come on don't stop, don't stop, till your bleedin'Alright boys, girls start your ting'Come on, Girls, boys start your ting'Alright don't stop, don't stop, till it's hurtin'Come on don't stop, don't stop, till your bleedin'Alright boys, girls start movin'Come on, Girls, boys start movin'Alright don't stop, don't stop, till it's hurtin'Come on don't stop, don't stop, till your bleedin'Alright boys, girls start your ting'Come on, Girls, boys start your ting'Alright don't stop, don't stop, till it's hurtin'Come on don't stop, don't stop, till your bleedin'
Alright!
Got a screw face all night all dayScrew face kids brothers aren't paidScrew face means kid why you waste awayScrew face means get out my wayScrew face means you don't know me,what you lookin at what's your beef?!?Screw face means I'm not havin itScrew face means I'm not a chiefScrew face means I'm not happy right nowDat's why no smile was usedScrew face means I'm not pleasedScrew face means I'm not amusedScrew face means I jus wanna walk not talkScrew face means I jus wanna leaveWhen I act off, aint my screw face, gimme spaceScrew face means let me breathe!I got sick flowsMake an MC have to walk on his tip-toesLife aint always niceThat's hoe shit goesYou know we're goin on blackCause we're black crowsAnd I cant be seen wit these sick hoesWe're bustin us mic till your chick goesYou are not, not gonna beTill we kick toesYour girl's the same as allBimbo's, freak's and nimpho'sI got an idea, make dough on the spotI mean right hereLock your girls up in for da whole yearYou can bring drama cause I don't know fearI'm violent, feels so clearMove to the mic Mc's are like oh dearSome try catchin me but they're not nereNot ever, not now, or not here way too hot here
[Rave sounds]
Look, yo girls, ladiesdo da butterfly, shake your battie low,shake your battie highdon't ask me who, where, when or whyWanna see a battie raise high to da skyLook, yo girls, ladiesdo da butterfly, shake your battie low,shake your battie highdon't ask me who, where, when or whyWanna see a battie raise high to da sky

Video:

Dizzee Rascal - Old Skool

• Genre: Garage / Hip Hop / Rap / Grime
• Album: Maths & English
• Time: 03:30
• Year: 2007
  

Review:

The second video from Dizzee Rascal's third LP Maths + English. Beast of a video and an amazing song with some sick lyrics; "look blud, don't make me get old skool". He has stepped up his game and taken Grime to another level with this tune as he takes it back to the roots and keeps it old skool mixed with Garage. He's probably the most under-rated artist of modern times. If you thought Dizzee's beats were flat and dry before then you really need to check this track out; Sick tune, sick baseline and sick lyrics, though the explicit version called "Pussyole" is better.

Fun Fact: This song is about Wiley when he ran away after Dizzee got stabbed.

Pussyhole Lyrics:

Rude boy, don't watch that
Cause if it's arms-house, I'll rock that
And if it's on top, you know I got that
Come through with a big baseball bat

Like blood, don't make me get old-school
Blood, don't make me get old-school
Blood, don't make me get old-school
Blood, don't make me get old-school

[ Hook ]
Stop rolling with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussyole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rolling with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him
Why you rolling with that pussyole?
Moving with that pussyole?
You know that he's a pussyole
I showed you he's a pussyole
He's always been a pussyole
So he'll always be a pussyole
But you're still with that pussyole
You must be a pussyole

[ Verse 1 ]
That's that bredder always fronting like he's strong
Sneaky fake f**k always running to his brother when it's on
Hardly backs the beef, last one swinging
First one running, making up stories, he's a chief
Bringing bredders to the ends, acting up
Putting on a show, trying talk funny to his friends
But he's really not a don, they know it
And you know it, so something must be seriously wrong
Cause you're parring, his mum calls you darling
But his brother has got you shotting with no way of stopping
I heard you both had beef with an older brer
You took a spark and he just stood there
Now that boy's a pussyole, say it ain't true
It started because of him and ended with you
And that's the kind of shit that's gonna continue
But I guess it don't matter if that's what you're into

[ Hook ]

[ Verse 2 ]
The sun the biggest star in the sky
But naturally it's gotta make room for the moon every night
Everything's got its time limit, even relationships
Everything's sunny when the friendship's tight
A friend in need is a friend indeed
But a friend with no money and no weed
Can flip the script at a ridiculous speed
And make a best friend an ex-friend for the p
A couple of years ago in my road yout days,
I was into pirate radio, I guess it was a phase
There was this one particular MC man
Was a older in my ends and I thought he was the dan
So I started rolling with him kind of like a little brother
My cousin used to say he was a pussy undercover
I didn't think that it was nothing more than jealousy
But I wish I would've listened every time he told me

[ Hook ]

[ Verse 3 ]
Stay away from them pussyoles, you can have it all
Live endlessly, tremendous, forever ball
Stand up for something, or for anything you'll fall
But differently, know when not to lose your cool
Cause it ain't what you show, its what you 're concealing
Put a smile on the deepest negative feeling
Stand tall even when they're hating and they're scheming
Then watch your money rise right to the ceiling
Stand tall even when they're hating and they're scheming
Then watch your money rise right to the ceiling

[ Hook ]

Video:

Dizzee Rascal - Dream

• Genre: Garage / Hip Hop / Rap
• Album: Showtime
• Time: 03:38
• Year: 2004
  

Review:

Great tune by Da King Of Grime and a good inspiration to the East End. One of Dizzee's best songs and also one of his first songs that isn't even Grime since he slowed down on this one and made a song, not rapping fast on a techno beat. The beats are still good and fresh, however. The music video is also sweet and one of the craziest ones I've seen. I also like the piano mixed in with the rap, it sounds so wrong, but it actuality works. The lady on the piano ownz, even if she does look like she's going to commit suicide at the end.

Say what you want about Dizzee, but at least he's original since most rap videos are weak, with no real meaning. Dizzee has such a unique style that he stands out from the pack and that's why he's so great, he talks about his career and youth culture surrounding the London suburbs and the happy talk sample is pure genius. And If you listen to the whole song, Dizzee sends a message to all the kids out there and that's not a message about bad things like crime and guns etc. it's a message about ambition and keeping to school work etc. So I do think he cares about kids growing up wanting to be something and not turning to drugs and guns and crime. Only thing I would've changed about the song was that I wouldn't have let him sing the chorus.

Lyrics:

I'm not gonna pull this off man without signing the dots
This is too sensible for me man
How you gonna have a dream come true?

[verse 1]
I used to dream about crazy little things like fame,
In the days hanging outside the off licence,
We used to run around the streets reckless with no shame,
Mainly up to no good a whole world of nonsense
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye,
And if they didn't show face we would act immature,
Had a thing for south and hackney girls since I was a kid,
A couple of west girls on my radar I was raw,
And I was dead sure that I knew it all,
The whole world got my attitude I nearly blew it all,
I find it a real big struggle getting through it all,
I swear I didn't wanna listen 'cause I sure didn't care,
Not knowing for reality that I'd have to prepare,
'cause money don't grow on no stick, well it's rare,
Me and boy was still looking less and less the lick,
Plus I was growing up, life was looking as a scare

[chorus:]
Happy talking, talking, happy talk,
Talk about things you like to do,
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?

[verse 2]
I used to love music it was like my hidden hobby,
But I couldn't get on on local radio back then,
So I went to north London and trot to tottenham to be precise,
And got some air time on heat FM,
And then it escalated I was getting ratings here and there,
And carried on until eventually I was everywhere,
I started doing all the hot spots ministry ceasers palace p area time and envy,
I did the grim and the glam,
I done the poor and the posh,
I didn't hang around I wanted my money in a rush,
Mind frame in the studio at this stage,
No time to chat I didn't wanna n-gage,
I found myself a new hustle it was beautiful,
A none like the one before a bit more suitable,
The more challenging it got the more I thought it,
Made an album over 100,000 people bought it
Thank you

[chorus]

[verse 3]
To all the young girls catching on the stares in the flats,
With the superstar sockalings Beckham in the making,
you can go far if you put your mind to it,
You're a star, don't wait to be told, just do it,
Try to keep school in your plans don't be worrying about your mans,
They'll be there in the end if they're real, if they ain't,
Don't be making no effort to impress 'cause you'll find out where you are just do what you feel,
Young baby mother I got your back as well,
Young baby fathers hold it down for your girl,
I ain't trying to preach but for what it's worth,
That kid's the next generation planet earth,
Big shout to the world 'cause I've been all around,
And when I'm gone I'm always thinking about my home town,
I'm from the LDN there's no forgetting that,
And the big UK I stay repping that

[chorus]

You love that
You tell me you don't love that

Video:

Dizzee Rascal ft Calvin Harris - Dance Wiv Me

• Genre: Garage / Hip Hop / Rap
• Featuring: Calvin Harris & Chrome
• Time: 03:36
• Year: 2008
• Notes: Directed by Mark Anthony, Edited by Bradley Josiah and Produced by Calvin Harris.

Review:

Obviously produced by Calvin Harris as these are his beats/melody, which is great, but the lyrics are a bit corny, but then again, it's a club track. A little bit of cheese in his "Stand Up Tall" video worked well, but this is just too mainstream. It also doesn't match at all the Calvin Harris' chorus. Also somewhat disappointing video as it looks like it was filmed on a shoestring budget and for the first minute you think you're watching a Lemar video.

I wish Dizzee would stick to his underground stuff that he is best for. He's trying to go mainstream to suit more people's tastes and trying to be like Timberland with the way he makes songs with everyone under the sun.

Lyrics:

What's up darling?
I've been keeping my eyes on your movements
I can't see no room for improvement
And why you're all alone over there on your jack jones
You need to let me get behind your backbones
Cus I'm the man for the job let me work it
I won't waste no time I'll make it worth it
100 percent, i'll make it perfect
you got a body to die for, let me merc it
Now it's murder on the dance floor
I want to take this further than the dance floor
I aint forcefield but I'm still hardcore
You're going to give me everything I ask for
It's not a long ting, you're a boomting
Maybe more than a hotel room ting
I'll never know if I just walk past
I really want to dance so I guess I'll just ask

She aint no oh
Look at those thighs, it's in her eyes she's good to go
She can satisfy my mind body and soul

Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come dance with me
I see you glance at me
That's why I'm asking B
So let's party B
Come and dance with me

If I'm out on my own
Then I can look at you, looking at me
If I'm out on a date
Then I just shut my eyes, then I can't see
Get away from the bar
Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar
And dance with me

Come dance with me
That's why I'm asking B
So let's party B
Come and dance with me

Yo! It goes on and on
I see you get excited like, this is my song
You think I want to get involved, you're not wrong
Cus I've been waiting for this moment all night long
So I creep creep creep like TLC
I've got my left eye checking out your scenery
I've got my right eye right where it needs to be
No matter how I look at it, you look good to me
Still, I'm looking for the perfect view
The way I see it that's right next to you
I know you've probably heard it before but I still
I love the way you flex like that for real
So don't stop doing what you do when you do it
I just wanna be a part of it when you do it
I feel like a wolly if I don't pursue it
And I can't go through it so let's go to it

She aint no oh
Look at those thighs, it's in her eyes she's good to go
She can satisfy my mind body and soul

Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come dance with me
I see you glance at me
That's why I'm asking B
So let's party B
Come and dance with me

I know you didn't come out to stand and stare
You bought new shoes and you did up your hair
You made a real effort tonight and it shows
I can tell by your face you don't wanna be alone
Cus the mood is right and the time is now
And if you can't do it I'll show you how
All you gotta do is get loose, let go
Just spark up your shades, put your skills on show

Oh
If I'm out on my own
Then I can look at you, looking at me
If I'm out on a date
Then I just shut my eyes, then I can't see
Get away from the bar
Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar
And dance with me

Come dance with me
That's why I'm asking B
So let's party B
Come and dance with me

If I'm out on my own
Then I can look at you, looking at me
If I'm out on a date
Then I just shut my eyes, then I can't see
Get away from the bar
Tell your boyfriend to hold your jar
And dance with me

Video:

Dizzee Rascal - Flex

• Genre: Garage / Hip Hop / Rap
• Album: Maths & English
• Time: 03:24
• Year: 2007

Review:

Featuring a cameo appearance from Mike Skinner (from The Streets, complete with his famous 3 day beard) at 1:27. This was one of the first songs where Dizzee decided to go mainstream as the lyrics have no relevence and no point to anything. Good tune, though whenever I see this on tv, it's always on MTV Dance. And this ain't a dance song really, but, as I said great tune and nice bassline. Plus the video is pretty funny too as they totally rip the hell out of X-Factor.

Lyrics:

I wanna see you dip dip dip
and let me see you rock rock rock
I wind up on ya hip hip hip
and never ever stop stop stop
I wanna see you dip dip dip
and let me see you rock rock rock
I wind up on ya hip hip hip
and never ever stop stop stop
I love it when you flex like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you move like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you whine like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you flex like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when i see a pretty girl whining
I can even watch a butters girl grindin'
Control the body with great timing.
Ain't shy in the dark, there shining,
Does something to me when i see her vibes in
Drop it like its hot you got my tings rising
So frequent, theres no disguising
What do you expect, that ain't surprising.
These girls got my blood pressure rising
There wiggling n jiggling, I'm hidin'
Shaking their back off it's so invitin'
So natural, so excitin'
Gotta be honest, I wanna get right in
It's better now, widda mandem fightin'
Never ever shit, I might as well try ting
Scuse Me, you really gotta say sumfin.
I love it when you flex like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you move like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you whine like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it)back
I love it when you flex like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
Girllfriend how you whine like that,
Beautiful. you look so fine like that,
Ain't seen her for a long time like that,
You should go jail for a crime like that.
Buss up the floor
You don't cut no slack,
Dancehall King
Your not at all laid back.
Make up for
What the other girls lack,
Look so good,
You got me going off ch ch ch, track.
I can't even chat
While ma heartbeats going ra ta tat tat
So serious ya got me ill like that
Temperature rising yo i feel like that
Nah for real ya could kill like that
Movin your body with pure skill like that,
I can't get enough though it's real like that
I'd love it if ya flex wiv dil like that (Cos)
I love it when you flex like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you move like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you whine like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you flex like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it)back
Ok .. alright
Let's dance .. all night
Alright .. ok
Let's dance .. all day
Ok .. alright
Let's dance .. all night
Alright .. ok
Let's dance .. all day
Gosh Golly
My Oh My
I hoping that you ain't looking at any other guy
Your figure, Is so pleasin' to the eye
Especially when you do the bubble or the butterfly.
See a bit of sweat drippin' down you thigh
But somehow you still stay high an' dry.
Gosh, ya make a Rude Boi so shy
Got the whole club sayin'
My Oh My
Please don't stop, please don't stop, Give It
If not, show me how I gotta get wivvit.
Your the best, I ain't scared to admit it,
I swear I care, i won't dare bet wivvit.
What's the deal, your looking at me like Izzit?
But ya won't know less ya come pay a visit.
Life's to short to be cautious, init
Don't just stand on the edge,
Come live it
I love it when you flex like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you move like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you whine like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back
I love it when you flex like that
slow, fast, up, down, (bring it) back

Video:

Dizzee Rascal - I Luv You / Vexed

• Genre: Garage / Hip Hop / Rap / Grime
• Featuring: Jeanine Jacques
• Album: Boy In Da Corner
• Time: 03:33
• Year: 2003
• Notes: Produced by Dizzee Rascal

Review:

I wasn't aware they made a video for this song. Definitely one of his best solo attempts. The song has a cool beat with some nice lyrics and it proves just why Dizzee was the God of the UK Grime scene. I forgot how talented the guy was in his early days. The rest of them are 5 years behind this guy. So basically, in terms of technological progression, He's China... N-Dubz are Kazakhstan. Despite the song being good, the version from his album is a lot better. Jeanine Jacques is annoying as it's obvious she's putting on a accent and showing how fake she is.

The song from 2:30 is called "Vexed" from the same album. "Vexed" was a bonus track from the American release, so if you haven't heard of the song, that's probably why. IMO, I think Vexed's beat is a little better, but both songs are pretty tight. This sort of tune is what Dizzee should still be doing, I mean the stuff he's done more recently has been good, but it's nothing compared to these classics. Anyways, despite Dizzee being amazing, his music videos are really sub par, as he really needs to have a creative director that matches him.

Fun Fact: "I Luv U" is actually the first song Dizzee wrote and produced, when as a 15 year old, his teacher noticed how into music he was and gave him permission to use the school computer labs to work.

I Luv You Lyrics:

I luv u
III...I..I..I Luv u
I luv I Luv I Luv U
III...I..I..I Luv u
III...I..I..I Luv u

I luv I I I I Luv u
I I I I I Luv u
III...I..I..I Luv u
II Luv u I luv u
I I I I I
I I LLLuv u u u

[Dizzee Rascal:]
Yo If that girl know's where you stay thats poor
some whore banging on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talking about this for
fifteen, she's underage thats raw
and against law 5 years or more
and she wants a score and half of a draw
some kind of friend that you try and ignore
that whore got you pinned down to the floor
but its your own fault you said three magic words (i love you)
when thats the one for the birds
when you said that she forgot other boys
its over you better start buying the toys
there was no intention in front of your wife
that she knows this that she's ending your life
its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
its a real shame that kid probably aint yours

[CHORUS]

[Dizzee Rascal:]
That girl' some bitch ya know
she keep calling my phone
she dont leave me alone
she just moan and groan
she just keep ringin me at home
these days I dont answer my phone

[Girl:]
That boy' some prick you kna'
all up in my hair
thinks that I care
keeps following me here
keeps following me there
these days I cant go no where

[Girl:]
Aint that your girl
[Dizzee:]
Nah it aint my girl
[Girl:]
I swear that's your girl
[Dizzee:]
Course it aint my girl
[Girl:]
She got juiced up
[Dizzee:]
oh well
[Girl:]
She got chatted up
[Dizzee:]
oh well!

I swear thats your man
[Girl:]
I aint got no man
[Dizzee:]
You was with that man
[Girl:]
He was just ANY man
[Dizzee:]
He got hotted up
[Girl:]
oh well
[Dizzee:]
He got whacked up
[Girl:]
oh well!

[Dizzee Rascal:]
alright, she's a bad girl ima buss doe
captain rusko with a crossbow
she came she got picked off yo
nah its not a love ting, get lost hoe
dizzy rascal come down like snow
with freezing cold flows like moscow
dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
bitch, you're not ready for skid row
leap low dizzy rascal dig low
big feet for the force with my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains not much doe
get juiced but you dont get love though
dont slap or you might get a ho-hoe
jambo coming through like rambo
love ting takes two like tango
but she aint my wifey she can go

[CHORUS]

[Dizzee Rascal:]
listen, I like your girl so you better look after your girl
or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
switch your girl with michelle
switch michelle with chantelle
play chantelle with shennele
lyrical clientelle but I aint a bow cat, I dont like the smell
im gonna go through a shell and make a boy feel unwell

that girl's from school, that girl's from college
that girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
that girl gives head, that girl gives shines
that girl gives bj's at all times
she looks decent, she looks fine
but dont talk about wifey she's not mine
she got batches, 6 in a line, believe me thats not a good sign

[CHORUS]

Vexed Lyrics:

[Dizzee Rascal]
Hey, listen, take nothing
I don't want to hear anymore talk, you get me, no more talk
Ive heard their talk, that Dizzee Rascal's so rude
People talking don't even know me
I do what I want, you get me (and ask no one for nothing)
I ain't everyone's friend
Ok, I don't wanna get vexed
That's why I'm just trying to keep my cool, you get me
I don't want to lose it, I can't believe I got people chattin' shit
I'll never watch what I say
I say what the fuck I want, I don't care who you are
I don't care who I offend or nothing
I won't be silenced!

I'm showing you my life's more deep than you think (uh huh)
At nights, I get a little less sleep than you think (really)
Something keeps me up, I can't even get a wink
And there's no point in trying, so I lay there and blink

I'm showing you, I feel more stressed than you see
But my business is my business and I keep it all to me
I've done a lot of work for you to see me where I be
But lately I sense you don't want to set me free

And lately, there's been controversy seen around my name (ok)
But fuck you cause I ain't playing your game (naw)
I ain't chewed my language, they ain't used to it (ok)
But I ain't, you can't get me so (get me) get used to it

Cause I was raised an only child, not a brother, not a sis
And raised around hate, not a hug, not a kiss (naw)
Before this I was just a failure in the mist
And I made it through the front, I cant let you take a piss, so...

[Chorus]
I don't wanna get vexed
And I don't wanna lose my cool
But I ain't gonna let that boy come around, try take me for no fool
I ain't gonna let that boy come around, I'm reaching for my tool
I ain't gonna let that boy get flash, I'll smash his head on the wall

So, I don't wanna get vexed
And I don't wanna lose my rag
But I aint gonna let that boy come around try to take me for no slag
I ain't gonna let that boy come around and run his gums you're mad
I'll probably have him thinking I'm fake, I'll make his family sad

[Dizzee Rascal]
I do the fuck what I want, that's how I got here
And I'll be damned if I let you fussies interfere
And if I had my way, you wouldn't even get near
I don't need your help, do I make myself clear?!?

I know it sounds rude, that's because it's meant to be (ok)
I plan to be the rudest boy in this industry (ok)
Ain't two-faced, and I ain't known to gloat (ok)
If I don't like you, then I'll tell you to your throat

I don't know what you want, I don't know what you expect
But if I don't know you, don't ask me for respect
I don't give it easily, I don't give it much
And I ain't got a heart, so don't ever try and touch

All these pigs runnin' ?round like I owe them (ok)
Before I got big, I didn't even know them (ok)
I'll be doing this for a whole lot a' years (ok)
And I'll be standing tall and straight when the smoke clears
So...

[Chorus]

[Dizzee Rascal]
Yo
I'm the type of boy that takes the bump with the grind (ok)
And I'm the type of boy to take your girl from behind (ok)
I'm the type of boy your girl wants me to be (she told me)
So don't act a prick, cause it don't suit me (ok)

You could boil me up and you can even shoot me (ok)
But if your girl's lettin' up, then it's my duty (ok)
I ain't trying to keep your wifey, truthfully (ok)
But it ain't my fault your girlfriend's a groupie

Be careful what you ask for, you could change your mind (ok)
And what you're looking for, you won't like what you find (ok)
If you're looking for the pussy, if you're looking for the chat
I'll remind you that curiosity killed the cat (ok)

Plus
Girls are telling lies, and they spreading like the plague (ok)
What else can I do except keep myself made (ok)
I don't know why these girls are trying to attack me, (ok)
But I'm a rude boy, I won't let nobody trap me, so...

[Chorus]

Video:

Dizzee Rascal - Stand Up Tall

• Genre: Garage / Hip Hop / Rap / Grime
• Album: Showtime
• Time: 03:11
• Year: 2004
  

Review:

Say what you want about Dizzee going mainstream, but at least he has great taste in cars. The music is so original, it's a shame the video is not, which is surprising because this looks like the first Dizzee video where he had a big budget to play with. You can probably say that no 3 minute 10 second song has had more words in it. Just how the hell can that boy rap rap so fast? Some good beats in this one and also love the electronica. Oh, and LOL @ "I'll stretch your arsehole without straining" That's quite an unpleasant sentiment. I don't think I'd like to hang out with Mr. Rascal. Now I understand why those girls were dancing like that... poor things!

I like the British spin he put on an American staple in the video, since American rappers make videos showing girls gettin out of cars with spinning rims and since Dizzee is proud to be British, he's takin it off by putting spinnin rims on a really British looking car and having 'London' put on the sign. It's so fugly that its actually cool.

Fun Fact: This song was heard in 40 Year Old Virgin before that drunk chick pukes in his mouth.

Lyrics:

Stand up tall...

Rascit, boy in the corner I still roll deep young star gimmee the beat and let me prove
London city forever you're not a still creep aint no stopping me ever you best move
Live o ghetto record with no redemption world wide critics acclaim my big moves
Showtime main event you can't beef me Dizzee Rasc hotter than Nelly I can't lose

East side boy make the paper rise, never met anything like my safeheart guys
Big up my north west south east types every section, my connection lies
East side boy made the crowd go loops never had a desire for shiny suits
Big up my midland up north troops any playas in my face comes up bruised

Get your backs up backs up back off the wall
Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal
Don't give it half hearted give it all
Pull up your socks and stand up tall
Backs up backs up back off the wall
Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal
Don't give it half hearted give it all pull up your socks and stand up tall

Can't run the marathon without trainin or stretch the arsehole without straining
Too much hype not enough brain in whole lotta money little maintaining
Whole lotta complaning no plan little more no less then ten grand
Blingin ice sitting nice in your hand too much platinum not enough land

East side boy make the paper rise never met anything like my safeheat guys
Big up my Ireland Scotland types every section my connection lies
Eastside boy made the crowd go loops never had a desire for Chinese zoots
Big up my Europe USA troops any playas in my face comes up bruised

Get your backs up backs up back off the wall
Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal
Don't give it half hearted give it all pull up your socks and stand up tall
Backs up backs up back off the wall
Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal
Don't give it half hearted give it all pull up your socks
and stand up tall

To my eastside crew get paper,
To my Westside crew get paper,
To my southside crew get paper,
I tell da playa hater c u later,
To my northside crew get paper,
To my midlands crew get paper,
To my up north crew get paper,
I tell da playa hater c u later,

Dizzee Rascal the loudest finest dirtiest grimiest most hot dirty stank
London stand up tall

Don't be silly cover your milli I'm like billy
Don't be dumb cover your gun I aint fun
When I come I come ere to stun you get bunned
Mid night all day like fight dog fight
You don't really wanna be dizzee I'll get busy
You don't really want me to pop I'll get fizzy
Real fizzy bill up a zoot we smoke whizzy
He knows she knows we're tough negroes
Forever ready and I'll be ready forever
You don't wanna try ting I'll put holes in your leather
So please never ever try try to be clever I'll be wetting mc's like rainy weather
Too the two faced nigga screw faced laced in get chased n get placed in a bin
Getta slicing batterin workin dizzy boy don't stop till it's hurtin

Get your Backs up backs up back off the wall
Sounds of the young star dizzee rascal
Don't give it half hearted give it all pull up your socks and stand up tall
Backs up backs up back off the wall
Sounds of the young star Dizzee Rascal
Don't give it half hearted give it all pull up your socks and stand up tall

Video:

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