Mr Cage - Seems 2 Be lyrics

(Who's that, who's that, who's that?) The dopest, flyest OG, pimp hustler, gangster player Hardcore motherf**er living today To be honest I'm totally and completely on his dick And you know this, MAN [Intro - Dizzee Rascal] It's the return of Dizzee Rascal Dem boy not ready yet, trend they can never set Inside outside, inside outside Stop dat, start dat, get dat Yo, you know, going on dirty going on stank [Verse 1] Roll deep on these Put these MC's on deep freeze Hit these, whip these and rip these Come like Busta, we flip these So please don't rap with these Fearless, angry, sick MC's Don't like Christine's or Britney's Lalas or Tinky Winkys And this one's strictly for pickneys Old school afro dry white knees Barclays, Halifax, we stick these Endless gunshots, you lick these Trick these CIDs with ease Touch mic, MC's jump like fleas Player haters get chopped like trees Come a boy rascal, to a boy miseries [Hook] It seems to be cars and cash and girls and peds And manners on flame, better keep your eyes out for them feds It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed And pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed Seems to be DJ's and MC's and gold and Nike's We roll deep for the money; we don't want no technicalities It seems to be love and war and hate and life Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life [Verse 2] So far from clean Play kiss chase with your aunt Maureen Get rhymes, get heard, get seen Dizzee run things like Idi Amin Keep vigilant, keep on guard We chuck grenades at Scotland Yard Retard gets kicked hard, real hard Leave d**h threats in your birthday card Oh my days, what is he like Dizzee.com Dizzee.bustmic World wide web./east end Dizzee.com jacked your girlfriend Co.uk, outlaw scholar Barefoot pimp\. holla Frank Fraser lyrical tank Dizzee.com/going on stank [Hook] [Vere 3] Ding dong, it's on Fake MC's want to sing my song You want to test? Hurry up, bring it on Wanna take me for a mong? Nah, that's wrong Hit them with a Jeet-Kun-Do akido blow Leave bullet holes in your Moschino clothes Hot like weather, we grow, carry condoms for the hoes Back, front, inside, out Dizzee got the flow to make a boy wile out Six foot deep you can never climb out I smoke dat weed till my mum finds out Front, back, outside, in Barefoot kids sipping on jing-sing Love making? Nah, doggystyling In a dark park on a dark evening [Hook]