Lyrics King Dizzee - Maxsta

King Dizzee

Check this, before anyone gets this one misconstrued or gets the whole message
wrong, man
I ain’t trying to disrespect anyone with this one here, you get me?
Being me I got some questions I got to get off my chest — even if it never gets
answered, you know what I’m saying?
It’s east London, it’s Maxsta, it’s grime, yeah and it’s real
Hold tight Wiley, hold tight Dizzee Rascal, yeah this one’s called King Dizzee
Hold tight Kano, yeah
Baow
You see, growing up, I wanted to be like Dizzee
And put on for East, my part of the city
I listened to his music, he painted a picture
I related to the life that he lived cuh
Nuttin' don’t change on the street
When you’re caught up in the cycle, evading police
It’s always hoodies, hats, trainers, and jeans
Racial profiling faces on street
But I want to know why you ducked out
On Wiley and Roll Deep, what did they do?
As far as we know, you pinched Lisa Maffia’s arse
Got stabbed and fell out with the crew
And Wiley was in hospital by your bedside
As far as we all know, he’s a bless guy
Cuh he devoted his life to the culture
If grime was a church, he’d be standing by the altar
First things first, this ain’t a tribute
Secondly, I ain’t gonna diss you
I just want to know why you ducked out
On the mandem and the fans that miss you
I know you probably don’t give two
Shits, I ain’t trying to make this an issue
I ain’t been through the things that you’ve been through
I just wanna understand
I really don’t get it
And I wanna understand so I’m writing this song
I understand all the pop paychecks
And the crib in Miami, but where have you gone?
I ain’t saying you supposed to hang out on street
Doing meet and greets, I just want to know
Why you’re so anti to the G-R-I-M-E
When there’s more to life than Ps
You made some of the best beats to this day
Man remix your bars in the scene to this day
Like fam, you inspired me to this day
But you left your crew, what you teaching again?
Everybody want to be the next Boy In Da Corner
And that’s never gonna happen
We could all benefit from your intelligence
But you ain’t fucking with the scene and it’s evident
First things first, this ain’t a tribute
Secondly, I ain’t gonna diss you
I just want to know why you ducked out
On the mandem and the fans that miss you
I know you probably don’t give two
Shits, I ain’t trying to make this an issue
I ain’t been through the things that you’ve been through
I just wanna understand
I don’t want to sound like I’m begging it
But I was a real fan, can’t question it
And I know I’m nuttin' but an outsider
But from when Wiley was getting 'em hyper
You niggas were like gods to me, first time
I spoke to Will, it felt like winning to the lottery
Life’s too short, you man gotta speak
Life’s too short, I mean- fuck it
The two kings of grime
If anybody says different, the pricks are lying
I’m just an east boy Treddin' On Thin Ice
And Jezebels love me but I never link twice
I wear my trousers ridiculously low
Peng tings get wet cuh my boxers show
If I never looked up to you lot, I would have been a lost yout
Picking up a box of snow, so…
First things first, this ain’t a tribute
Secondly, I ain’t gonna diss you
I just want to know why you ducked out
On the mandem and the fans that miss you
I know you probably don’t give two
Shits, I ain’t trying to make this an issue
I ain’t been through the things that you’ve been through
I just wanna understand
Yeah, trust me man, hold tight all my east-siders man
Hold tight everyone, man, cuh we never really got shown the way,
you know what I’m saying?
We had to do what we had to do, you know what I’m saying
Hold tight Axeman, you get me
Yeah?
Hold tight everyone, man
And you know how that goes bruv
Yeah?
And it’s real man
I ain’t even fucking about now, I swear down
Yo, word