Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pagans, artist - Dizzee Rascal. Album song Pagans EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirtee Stank
Song language: English
Pagans |
| I don’t speak queen’s English but I’m still distinguished |
| I don’t need no suit or tie to let you know I mean business |
| I know you’re into this |
| Even even if you were deaf, blind and dumb and awkwardly rhythmless |
| I’m like syphilis ain’t no denying this wickedness |
| Any attempt would be grimy and hideous |
| Young and I’m black and I’m ignorant |
| But I’m still frivolous |
| Meaning I’m nigga-less |
| More than the way I feel strength in my pigments |
| What does it matter? |
| Just give me my dividends |
| Switching up syllables mixing with criminals |
| Keep up appearance but keeping it minimal |
| Bredders be getting too over familiar |
| Quizzical, touching your physical |
| Hands on my bread with a spoon in my cereal |
| Not on my watch cause I’m a hard rock |
| Come through in a hard top |
| With your girl in the passenger seat, she getting hard cock |
| I didn’t even let the car stop |
| Don’t even worry what cars I’ve got |
| You should be concerned with what you are not |
| I dictate the pace and set the bar a lot |
| You get parred a lot |
| Sorry pardon what? |
| I can’t hear you bro you sound weary bro |
| Talk shit but you won’t come near me though |
| And I’m far from sweet I’m no Cheerio |
| I switch up the place real quick like hear we go |
| Leave your body all black with a whole lot of indigo |
| Six feet below |
| No heads up, no intro |
| No info I get it in bro |
| Cold world with a whole lot of schemers |
| It don’t stop for the dreamers |
| You could fuck around and get took to the cleaners |
| I know man that would do a lot of dirty |
| Put a lot of work in |
| Just to ride Benz and Beamers |
| Devious creatures |
| Try to steer clear of the preachers |
| Screaming out 'God can’t reach us' |
| Nothing they can teach us, leave us |
| Looking for a girl with over the top features |
| Couldn’t care less about Jesus |
| Couldn’t give a fuck about a thesis |
| Looking for the easiest next top model |
| Or another shit TV series |
| Raised by MTV generation |
| Not a lot of patience |
| How they gonna deal with the wolves of the nation |
| How they gonna recognize pros and cons with no education |
| How they gonna win with no dedication |
| All you really care about is Playstation |
| World Star Hip Hop humiliation |
| Everything built on a weak foundation |
| Whole lot of time being wasted |
| Whole lot of shit champagne being tasted |
| Everybody in the club acting basic |
| Everybody wanna be a star let’s face it |
| Gassed by the money and the fame let’s chase it |
| Gotta get it quick gotta get it by all means |
| Wanna be a big timer like the guy from New Orleans |
| Got big dreams, but they absurd, and they obscene |
| Pregnant on TV at sixteen |
| Don’t know what this shit means |
| Yo, can’t trust these no-good, two-faced cut-throat Pagans living in Babylon |
| Wanna sell me lies, wanna bleed me dry, wanna see me live like a vagabond |
| Like I worked this hard and I come this far just to them waffle and babble on |
| Don’t want your help, don’t need your advice who rattled your cage |
| Know one of these days won’t cease to amaze |
| Bunch of lost souls they ain’t tryna get saved |
| They’re just tryna get paid, wanna jump on my wave |
| Turn back around, jump right in my grave |
| Do me a favour, don’t do me no favours |
| I don’t need no savior cause I do it major |
| Now it’s back to the paper I’ll deal with the pagans later |