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