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Dizzee Rascal Maths English

please, fuck it Fuck it, ya get me? Shout to my people out there Wonderin' what it is really all about I guess we?ll never know Unless you really wanna know Maths and English

Gotta keep my head above water Gotta stay head-strong, keep rolling on No point getting caught in the hype is long Like I don't know right from wrong

really from the streets and you know that But I really would rather be touring 'Cause most players on the roads ain't scoring But now it's Maths and English

keep my cool If I go jail, I'll be a damn fool Gotta rise up, gotta stand up tall Can't let them see the end of Dizzee Rascal Blud when you hear them

Rudeboy, don't watch that 'Cause if it's arms house, I'll rock that And if it's on top, you know I got that Come through with a big baseball bat Like

I wanna see you dip, dip, dip And let me see you rock, rock, rock I wind up on ya hip, hip, hip And never ever stop, stop, stop I wanna see you dip,

I've got shit I wanna share with you Couple things explain the reasons why I can't be there with you Back in the day we both thought we'd never split

Got my phone line poppin, all these beanies gotta crush, keep something in my pocket case these fellas try an rush. Brown eyes, five ten, dark skin, Mr Dizzee rascal

[Hook:] Hard back, stern face Play your position and know your place Only move when the money's calling Take my advice, you'll be balling You need a