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

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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 ]

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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

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