King Dizzee - Maxsta

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