Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Learn, artist - Dizzee Rascal. Album song Showtime, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2004
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Learn |
Like who the fuck are you, |
Yer, who the fuck are you, |
Is it recording yer, |
I come direct and i inject, |
And im expecting your respect, |
I’m a baller, you’ve been checked, |
Im the kinda kid you can’t detect on the road, |
All out when im about, |
I’ll put my elbow in your mouth, |
Your a fassi, there’s no doubt, |
I bet my sword will make you shout, |
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to have you hangin from a fence, |
Then i’ll laugh at your expense, |
And maybe chuck you fifty pence, |
Snitch you make me switch, |
You sound and look just like a bitch, |
Whether your poor, or whether your rich, |
I’ll leave you lying in a ditch, |
Cos im from ragged ragol rags, |
You aint ragol rags like me, |
I’ll behave when i emcee, |
Raged ragol ragedly, |
We easily be the worst, |
Bust akademiks first, |
Badly who emcee’s get akademikly reversed, |
I’m akademikly perverse, |
I’m akademikly perverted, |
Badly who emcee’s get akademikly diverted, |
Some return really clearly get burn get hurted, |
Till they realise they shud hav akademikly hav blurted… |
You dont want the beef, |
You dont want the grime, |
You aint got the guts, |
I aint got the time, |
But you can come to the manor get jacked, |
Come to the manor get killed, |
Come to the manor get shot, |
Come to the manor get killed, |
We call it arms as, arms as, |
Go and get your crew, |
If you cant back the arms as, who the fuck are you, |
We call it arms as, arms as, |
Go and get your firm, |
If they dont wana listen then we better make 'em learn… |
Raised in the gutter i was told i shud fight, |
So i create and cause confusion from da left to the right, |
I’m sweet as a nut, im doin allrite, cosy im comfortable, |
'stead im tryna avoid the sargeant, PC and the constable, |
Raised in the gutter i was told i shud pop, |
So i creat and cause confusion from the bottom to the top, |
I’m doin okay, i’ll honestly say, this year i’m flyin thru, |
I could easily find myself in jail but i aint tryin too, |
I keep it clear and frank, |
Relax with the pressure, |
I’m dirty and i’m stank, |
But aint no body fresher, |
My haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care, |
When it comes to my location they would love to be aware, |
But i could be in the manor, could be overseas, |
Could well be definatly making P’s, |
Could be live at wembley warming up for Jay Z’s, |
But im definatly certain that you cant see me… |
You dont want the beef, |
You dont want the grime, |
You aint got the guts, |
I aint got the time, |
But you can come to the manor get jacked, |
Come to the manor get killed, |
Come to the manor get shot, |
Come to the manor get killed, |
We call it arms as, arms as, |
Go and get your crew, |
If you cant back the arms as, who the fuck are you, |
We call it arms as, arms as, |
Go and get your firm, |
If they dont wana listen then you better make 'em learn… |