Ice Rink

[Intro]
Yo, one (Alright, yeah)
What you do will come back to you
Yo, 1 2, I'm just warming up, warming up
Pressure, pressure
Big up the North London Crew, big up the South London crew, East London crew, West London crew
Yeah, look, real, look

[Verse 1]
I got a rude attitude, far from a role model (Uh)
I'm so fulla trouble and (Rags)
I couldn't give a rasclart, not a bit
Couldn't give a rats arse if it's shit and (Rags)
I still behave raw, no love for the law
Feds bother me more and rags
I don’t care where you live, or who you're with, you'll get buried in the grass
I say what I say real fast
Say it with stylie
Say it with class
Goin' on dirty, I said it in the past
Don’t like me? I said kiss my arse
Kiss from left to the right (What?)
Kiss til my black bum cheeks turn white (Yo)
Kiss my arse through the night
Don’t stop til you see daylight, look (Daylight)

[Verse 2]
Tip-toes
Life ain't always nice
That's how shit goes
You know we're goin' on black
'Cause we're blickrows
And I can't be seen with these
What did I say last night? I bet your chick knows
You were not knockin' the boots how we hit toes
Your girl's the same as all
Bimbo's, freak's and nimpho's (Yo, look)
I got an idea, make dough on the spot
I mean right here
Now give girls the paper for the whole year
Bring drama 'cause I don't know fear
And my head feels so clear
Move to the mic, MC's are like, "oh dear"
Some try catching me but they're not near
Not ever, not now, or not here way too hot here, yo

[Verse 3]
Didn’t wanna care
Left that boy in a gutter somewhere (In the gutter)
Talk live-O, wanna talk breh (Breh)
Make you wish you were born elsewhere
I gotta wash that girl out my hair
She’s old news everyone’s been there
No we're not equal, no we're not fair
That girl’s anything, she gets air

[Verse 4]
That MC is down
Tell him I said it, and I said it real loud (Uh)
Goin' on roudy, goin' on round
That boy tried it, that boy failed
Sorry, pardon, what? (What?)
Coulda got bored up, coulda got shot
Gunman get gun down on the spot
Who's hot? Who's a bad boy? Who's not?

[Verse 5]
Stop dat, start dat
Get dat, what?
Been there, done that, had that, what?
He's got a Nokia, take that, what?
Big mouth, loudmouth, watch that
Pretty girl, buff girl, doggy dat (What?)
Raskits on the format, what?
Bad minders get a backslap, what?
Call the shots like top cat (Yo)

[Verse 6]
Guns in the air
Feds on the case but we don’t care (Look)
Rifle, uzi, everything there
I got a shotgun spare
Leave them where? Raskits lair
Eat MC's like a grizzly bear
Shoplift daily, we don’t care
If you wanna test get hung by your hair over there

[Verse 7]
Look inside out (Uh)
Dizzee, flow, boy wile out (Wile out)
Six foot deep, you could never climb out (Never)
Knock a boy inside, knock a boy out
Front, back, outside in
Barefoot kids sippin' on ginseng
Love making a doggy styling
Dark park on a dark evening
Pump up, tone up, weights in the gym (Gym)
Glass fulla alyza right to the brim (Brim)
Roll deep, so deep, they can’t swim (Swim)
Doin' it for Keisha, doin' it for Kim
Wants armshouse, he wants to swing (Swing)
Try a ting, get a punch in the chin (Chin)
Better start worrying (Worrying)
Get a hidin' beatin' turfing (Turfing)

[Verse 8]
Do the butterfly
Shake your batty low (Low)
Shake your batty high (High)
Don’t ask me who, where, when or why (Why)
Wanna see your batty rise high to the sky line
Do the butterfly
Shake your batty low
Shake your batty high
Don’t ask me how, where, when or why (Why)
Wanna see your batty rise high to the sky (Yo)

[Verse 9]
Not never, I'm sway
Heatwave, high lyricist, high grade (Uh)
Cascade, get barricade, get sprayed
Dickhead in the sticky bread, get laid
Cherry head, that's not Dizzee, I blaze
Hats off, baseline, trim, no fade
He's hot, somebody get first aid
You ain't great, go to your bed dismayed
Get angry, get crossed, get paid
Get jacked, get hotted up with a spade
Bloodclart, wanna be on top, get sprayed
Dizzee Rascal can't get air raid
Look, ain't dirty, I'm filthy copaid
Watch wifey, she's easily swayed
That girl's prepaid, you will get played
Talk rough or you might get betrayed
Yo, Roll deep on these
And, put these MC's on deep freeze (Freeze)
And, hit these with these, and rip these
Come like faster, we flip these
So, please don't ramp with these (Nah)
Fearless, angry, sick MC's
Don't like Christine's or Britney's
Lala's or tinky winky's and
This is strictly for pickney's
Oldschool Afro's, dry white knees (Look)
[?] factories, stick these
Endless gunshots, we lick these
And trick these, CID"s with ease
Touch mic, MC's jump like fleas
Pray your haters get chopped like trees
Boy Rascal to a boy injuries
Yo, hit 'em like a lightning bolt (Bolt)
Five thousand volt, it's your own fault

[Outro]
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