The Other Side (Explicit) - Dizzee Rascal

Written by：Dylan Mills/Ron LaTour

Tell the barber stop f**kin' with my hairline

Got mine fitted to the side when I wear mine

Why these boys keep reachin' for my plate knowin' I don't wanna share mine

Why these boys keep lyin' when they swear blind

Why they talking like I never made bare grime

Talk tools like I never had a spare 9

Why they reachin' for my pockets like it's their grind

They better recline

Don't don't need a co sign from the mayor cos I got a pretty penny

I ain't beggin' in my spare time

Why these b**ches wanna hit me with the bare whine

Tell me hit it bareback these b**ches ain't even worth the airtime

Why these singers always gotta use Melodyne

Why these rappers on their phone on the radio they ain't got prepared lines

Why you gotta keep gassin' up their dead rhymes

Why I gotta be a hater when I tell the truth

Why I gotta like your shitty fire in the booth

If you're really spittin' fire where's the bloody proof

I ain't hatin' on the youth if you ain't got the juice

What's the bloody use

Cos I'm used to the true spitters on the roof

East side of the river that's the bloody roots

Had to put in work like a pair of muddy boots

Too big for my boots that's the truth

No excuse for you new recruits

Bunch of dilutes and a few flukes

I've been out of the loop

Gotta pepper MCs with a few nukes

Bunch of fashion MCs think they're too cute

Bunch of rubbish MCs stick em in a chute

Chuck em out of a helicopter with no parachute

I had to jump through hoops

I'm a true brute

It ain't up for dispute

How bad do you want it

Do you really really want it

How bad do you want it

Do you really really want it

How bad do you want it

Do you really really want it

Do you really really want it

If you want it then I'm on it

Why these bredders beggin' a re union

Why's the godfather

Why you actin' like you never knew and he's movin' new again

There ain't ever gonna be another crew again

So tell willy that I don't need a pen pal

Stop writin' me these letters cos I don't know what to do with them

It ain't ever gonna be '03 or '02

They don't do it how I did it

Somebody tell me what I've gotta prove again

I was runnin' round the manor like a hooligan

I was linkin' up with gavin he was slewin' them

Would have been a mad ting

If he blew all these little grime kids ain't got a clue

I ain't even got a problem with the newer gen

But all these rappers that you're begging I will ruin them

And tell mega he can make all the noise that he wants

But I'll put him on his arse in a swamp with a few of them

They're still talkin' about my old wars

Folklore still talkin' bout my old bars

Got my thinkin' that it's all I'm really known for

I ain't runnin' from no one I fought my own wars

C1 northstar thats a war lord

If they only knew the way flip the scoreboard

And tell wes that he's pukka and a mukka hes still a mad man

And a nutter and the heat I just can't afford

Coz I'm on tour they want an encore

Yeah sure that's what I'm on for

Tell the promoters that they gotta put me on more

I'm like an elevator stoppin' at the wrong floor

I ain't got no regrets if I did have a set

It would be that I never flew Concorde

Now my flow is complete 'cah I don't want no raasclaat beat

How bad do you want it

Do you really really want it

How bad do you want it

Do you really really want it

How bad do you want it

Do you really really want it

Do you really really want it

If you want it then I'm on it