Rascal, Dizzee - Space Lyrics






"Discovery. Four computers now have primary control of critical vehicle functions"
"Roger roll, Discovery"

Ain't no point in playin' it safe
Gotta know your role, better state your case
When it all falls down better know your place
Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
Space, space, space
Space, you should wanna embrace
Space, space, space
"Discovery. Go at throttle up"

Rip up and ravage, make it a habit for damage
Whole lotta baggage, you will not manage, I'm the full package
Why do they talk like I am not established? That is so callous, they are the saddest
Why are they so full of malice? Making up fallacies, I'm in my palace blazing up the chalice with Alice
'Cause I'm a gyalist and I'm the baddest, it's not a travesty
Call me "Your Majesty," sometimes it feels like world's on my phallus
Push out my chest and I big up my status
Where's all the trappers? Where's all the clappers?
I am not shaken, no need for maracas
Or apparatus, put in the work and spend money on motors and slappers
Why are we frontin' like it even matters?
Why do they make me feel guilty for gettin' this money like my soul's in tatters?
Sittin' here tryna realign my chakras
Driving me crackers, you bloody spackers should get off my knackers
Give me the gas and the matches, I've been through hell and I swallowed the ashes, running this ting for so long as it happens, I'm knackered
All of my enemies broken and shattered, sprinkling hate, they're all over the shop and they're scattered
Chatting my name till this day and I'm flattered, I am not easily rattled
Don't follow the cattle, so quiet your chatter or you will get battered
Can't find enough time to dine on these rappers, all of these MCs are looking like tapas
Fuck all the swine and their bodily gases, roll with the rastas, Babylon's calling me, nobody's fooling me
I do not roll with the masses, but big up the Junglist massive
I am not timid and I am not passive, messing with me? You must be on some acid
Done with the racket, I will get erratic, all of my problems disappear like it's magic
It'll be tragic

Ain't no point in playin' it safe
Gotta know your role, better state your case
When it all falls down better know your place
Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
Space, space, space
Space, you should wanna embrace
Space, space, space
Yeah, uh

Don't pet or pander, leave 'em hanging
I'll be damned, man to man
Hit him with an open hand, release the anger
WorldStar, you could get dealt with on camera
Understand my grammar, I don't stutter, lisp or stammer
Watch me blaze the beat, I must admit it hit just like a hammer
It's a banger for the mandem on the street and in the slammer
Bang your doors, bang your doors for the cause
Breaking laws, breaking jaws, open paws
[?] I'm bored, taking scores, and be sure
Never let a bredda get one over yours
Never put money over whores, maybe or it's crazy flawed, it's a myth, life's a gift, made me pause, catch my drift, smoke a spliff and get in them draws
Paid the cost to be the boss, ball and floss, Jesus died, he nailed himself into the cross
Still couldn't please these backwards shit cunts, why would I take a loss?
Giving a toss, know your worth, hold your turf, fuck the earth, and shake it off
Breddas on my line talkin' 'bout, "Yo, Raskit, break me off"
They're wafer soft, I'm taking off

"Three, two, one, zero, and lift off"
"Lift off of Kepler-41b. The first flight of the Orbiter Discovery and the shuttle has cleared the tower"

Ain't no point in playin' it safe
Gotta know your role, better state your case
When it all falls down better know your place
Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
Space, space
Space, you should wanna embrace
Space, space, space

Alright, lift off and the clock has started
Yes sir, reading you loud and clear
Roger, Zero-T, and I feel fine [?] turning around
We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard





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  1. Z.... ....

    Rip up and ravage, make it a habit for damage
    Whole lotta baggage, you will not manage, I'm the full package
    Why do they talk like I am not established? That is so callous, they are the saddest
    Why are they so full of malice? Making up fallacies,
    I'm in my palace blazing up the chalice with Alice
    'Cause I'm a gyalist and I'm the baddest, it's not a travesty
    Call me "Your Majesty, " sometimes it feels like world's on my phallus
    Push out my chest and I big up my status
    Where's all the trappers? Where's all the clappers?
    I am not shaken, no need for maracas
    Or apparatus, put in the work and spend money on motors and slappers
    Why are we frontin' like it even matters?
    Why do they make me feel guilty for gettin' this money like my soul's in tatters?
    Sittin' here tryna realign my chakras
    Driving me crackers, you bloody spackers should get off my knackers
    Give me the gas and the matches,
    I've been through hell and I swallowed the ashes,
    Running this ting for so long as it happens, I'm knackered
    All of my enemies broken and shattered, sprinkling hate
    They're all over the shop and they're scattered
    Chatting my name till this day and I'm flattered, I am not easily rattled
    Don't follow the cattle, so quiet your chatter or you will get battered
    Can't find enough time to dine on these rappers, all of these MCs are looking like tapas
    Fuck all the swine and their bodily gases, roll with the rastas
    Babylon's calling me, nobody's fooling me
    I do not roll with the masses, but big up the Junglist massive
    I am not timid and I am not passive, messing with me? You must be on some acid
    Done with the racket, I will get erratic, all of my problems disappear like it's magic
    It'll be tragic

    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down, better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space
    Yeah, uh

    Don't pet or pander, leave 'em hanging
    I'll be damned, man to man
    Hit him with an open hand, release the anger
    Worldstar, you could get dealt with on camera
    Understand my grammar, I don't stutter, lisp or stammer
    Watch me blaze the beat, I must admit it hit just like a hammer
    It's a banger for the mandem on the street and in the slammer
    Bang your doors, bang your doors for the cause
    Breaking laws, breaking jaws, open paws
    Poker board, taking scores, and be sure
    Never let a bredda get one over yours
    Never put money over whores, maybe or it's crazy flawed, it's a myth, life's a gift
    Made me pause, catch my drift, smoke a spliff and get in them draws
    Paid the cost to be the boss, ball and floss, Jesus died, he nailed himself into the cross
    Still couldn't please these backwards shit cunts, why would I take a loss?
    Giving a toss, know your worth, hold your turf, fuck the earth, and shake it off
    Breddas on my line talkin' 'bout, "Yo, Raskit, break me off"
    They're wafer soft, I'm taking off

    Three, two, one, zero, and lift off
    Lift off of Mission 41b
    The first flight of the Orbiter Discovery and the shuttle has cleared the tower

    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down, better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space

    Alright, lift off and the clock has started
    Yes sir, reading you loud and clear
    Roger, Zero-T, and I feel fine, capsule is turning around
    We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things
    Not because they are easy, but because they are hard

  2. m.... ....

    Discovery. Four computers now have primary control of critical vehicle functions"
    "Roger roll, Discovery"

    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down, better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space
    "Discovery. Go at throttle up"

    Rip up and ravage, make it a habit for damage
    Whole lotta baggage, you will not manage, I'm the full package
    Why do they talk like I am not established? That is so callous, they are the saddest
    Why are they so full of malice? Making up fallacies,
    I'm in my palace blazing up the chalice with Alice
    'Cause I'm a gyalist and I'm the baddest, it's not a travesty
    Call me "Your Majesty, " sometimes it feels like world's on my phallus
    Push out my chest and I big up my status
    Where's all the trappers? Where's all the clappers?
    I am not shaken, no need for maracas
    Or apparatus, put in the work and spend money on motors and slappers
    Why are we frontin' like it even matters?
    Why do they make me feel guilty for gettin' this money like my soul's in tatters?
    Sittin' here tryna realign my chakras
    Driving me crackers, you bloody spackers should get off my knackers
    Give me the gas and the matches,
    I've been through hell and I swallowed the ashes,
    Running this ting for so long as it happens, I'm knackered
    All of my enemies broken and shattered, sprinkling hate
    They're all over the shop and they're scattered
    Chatting my name till this day and I'm flattered, I am not easily rattled
    Don't follow the cattle, so quiet your chatter or you will get battered
    Can't find enough time to dine on these rappers, all of these MCs are looking like tapas
    Fuck all the swine and their bodily gases, roll with the rastas
    Babylon's calling me, nobody's fooling me
    I do not roll with the masses, but big up the Junglist massive
    I am not timid and I am not passive, messing with me? You must be on some acid
    Done with the racket, I will get erratic, all of my problems disappear like it's magic
    It'll be tragic

    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down, better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space
    Yeah, uh

    Don't pet or pander, leave 'em hanging
    I'll be damned, man to man
    Hit him with an open hand, release the anger
    Worldstar, you could get dealt with on camera
    Understand my grammar, I don't stutter, lisp or stammer
    Watch me blaze the beat, I must admit it hit just like a hammer
    It's a banger for the mandem on the street and in the slammer
    Bang your doors, bang your doors for the cause
    Breaking laws, breaking jaws, open paws
    Poker board, taking scores, and be sure
    Never let a bredda get one over yours
    Never put money over whores, maybe or it's crazy flawed, it's a myth, life's a gift
    Made me pause, catch my drift, smoke a spliff and get in them draws
    Paid the cost to be the boss, ball and floss, Jesus died, he nailed himself into the cross
    Still couldn't please these backwards shit cunts, why would I take a loss?
    Giving a toss, know your worth, hold your turf, fuck the earth, and shake it off
    Breddas on my line talkin' 'bout, "Yo, Raskit, break me off"
    They're wafer soft, I'm taking off

    Three, two, one, zero, and lift off
    Lift off of Mission 41b
    The first flight of the Orbiter Discovery and the shuttle has cleared the tower

    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down, better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space

    Alright, lift off and the clock has started
    Yes sir, reading you loud and clear
    Roger, Zero-T, and I feel fine, capsule is turning around
    We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things
    Not because they are easy, but because they are hard

  3. C.... ....

    This is heat

  4. E.... K....

    hayvan gibi beat 💥

  5. M.... ....

    1,25 mejor

  6. j.... ....

    Second part too hard

  7. N.... ....

    Very underrated track, the whole album in fact never got the credit it deserved. Been listening to Dizzee since sidewinder pirate days, one of the best flows of this genre. Shame Wiley and him can’t put their differences aside and work together. It would a monumental moment, history even. Both are legends of this scene they created. 🔥🔥

  8. B.... :....

    anyone not in 2019

  9. M.... ....

    FAAAAATTTT BEAT!!!

  10. R.... D....

    This really amazes me. Just when I think modern "music" couldn't' possibly get any worse, something like this piece of crap comes along and proves me wrong again. Literally no talent here. How depressing. How much worse can it get? We need Lionel Richie, Boston, Styx, Aerosmith, Supertramp, Bob Seger, Gladys Knight back again. Desperately.

    R.... D....

    This music is boss though. All about opinions lad.

  11. J.... A....

    This song makes want to Naruto run into area 51

  12. S.... T....

    I live this raw shit

  13. 4.... P....

    Dizzee keeping grime grime when shits all trap and road rap

  14. D.... P....

    Man's out here bigging up the jungle massive!

  15. S.... M....

    Give me an ounce of Base

  16. l.... ....

    Rip up and ravage, make it a habit for damage
    Whole lotta baggage, you will not manage, I'm the full package
    Why do they talk like I am not established? That is so callous, they are the saddest
    Why are they so full of malice? Making up fallacies,
    I'm in my palace blazing up the chalice with Alice
    'Cause I'm a gyalist and I'm the baddest, it's not a travesty
    Call me "Your Majesty, " sometimes it feels like world's on my phallus
    Push out my chest and I big up my status
    Where's all the trappers? Where's all the clappers?
    I am not shaken, no need for maracas
    Or apparatus, put in the work and spend money on motors and slappers
    Why are we frontin' like it even matters?
    Why do they make me feel guilty for gettin' this money like my soul's in tatters?
    Sittin' here tryna realign my chakras
    Driving me crackers, you bloody spackers should get off my knackers
    Give me the gas and the matches,
    I've been through hell and I swallowed the ashes,
    Running this ting for so long as it happens, I'm knackered
    All of my enemies broken and shattered, sprinkling hate
    They're all over the shop and they're scattered
    Chatting my name till this day and I'm flattered, I am not easily rattled
    Don't follow the cattle, so quiet your chatter or you will get battered
    Can't find enough time to dine on these rappers, all of these MCs are looking like tapas
    Fuck all the swine and their bodily gases, roll with the rastas
    Babylon's calling me, nobody's fooling me
    I do not roll with the masses, but big up the Junglist massive
    I am not timid and I am not passive, messing with me? You must be on some acid
    Done with the racket, I will get erratic, all of my problems disappear like it's magic
    It'll be tragic
    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down, better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space
    Yeah, uh
    Don't pet or pander, leave 'em hanging
    I'll be damned, man to man
    Hit him with an open hand, release the anger
    Worldstar, you could get dealt with on camera
    Understand my grammar, I don't stutter, lisp or stammer
    Watch me blaze the beat, I must admit it hit just like a hammer
    It's a banger for the mandem on the street and in the slammer
    Bang your doors, bang your doors for the cause
    Breaking laws, breaking jaws, open paws
    Poker board, taking scores, and be sure
    Never let a bredda get one over yours
    Never put money over whores, maybe or it's crazy flawed, it's a myth, life's a gift
    Made me pause, catch my drift, smoke a spliff and get in them draws
    Paid the cost to be the boss, ball and floss, Jesus died, he nailed himself into the cross
    Still couldn't please these backwards shit cunts, why would I take a loss?
    Giving a toss, know your worth, hold your turf, fuck the earth, and shake it off
    Breddas on my line talkin' 'bout, "Yo, Raskit, break me off"
    They're wafer soft, I'm taking off
    Three, two, one, zero, and lift off
    Lift off of Mission 41b
    The first flight of the Orbiter Discovery and the shuttle has cleared the tower
    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down, better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space
    Alright, lift off and the clock has started
    Yes sir, reading you loud and clear
    Roger, Zero-T, and I feel fine, capsule is turning around
    We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things
    Not because they are easy, but because they are hard

  17. C.... ....

    his style is similar to Lirico, an Mc from Spain ;)

  18. I.... ....

    Is it just me or do other people think instead of space it would be cool if it was bass

  19. J.... S....

    ...I Do Not RoLL(e) with The Massis ...but BiG UP The JUNGLiST MASSiVE.....!!!!! THAT'S Just 1 BLOODY QUALITY DEFiNiTiON of WcKdSTYLE. . .(F@CKN WiCKED MATE. ...)

  20. J.... S....

    ...F@CKN WiCKED TRACK. ...BACK TO THE RUFF and RAW WiCKED SOUND of The UNDERGROUND. ...Get in There DIZZIE RAS.MATE. .!!@#&!!!!!! BELIEVE ME I BLOODY KNOW. ...WcKdSTYLE. ...!!!!!???!!!!!!!!!

  21. G.... T....

    ‘They don’t wanna try copy we’

  22. J.... f....

    Just give me three feet and an ounce of haze

  23. M.... A....

    YOOOOOOOOOO! This is amazing!!!

  24. H.... N....

    Sweet Madvillain All Capas reference: "majesty/travesty". A sign of a pretty good taste...

  25. B.... U....

    My DNA is RCA waa waa woop. Love.

  26. D.... C....

    successful tune.

  27. C.... M....

    The English better version of slim shady. And that comes from an Irishman. Big up rasket!

  28. �.... �....

    грайм папочка

  29. �.... �....

    всегда бы мне такое в рекомендации

  30. Z.... R....

    Yeah 🌞....🗿🙏🌎

  31. A.... M....

    Sick track. Love the bars

  32. A.... M....

    Just because im white doent mean i don't like this

  33. K.... S....

    Just give me three feet and an oz of beak

  34. N.... ....

    2:06 though

  35. s.... ....

    he's reading off a screeen lmao, idk what to think

  36. P.... j....

    Bangin Baseline....!!

  37. D.... C....

    Damn this is sick!

  38. O.... O....

    Please come back to Glasto this year I loved your last concert ❤️.

  39. V.... V....

    🔥🔥🔥

  40. r.... x....

    I’ve been through hell When I swallowed the ashes

  41. J.... S....

    Dizzee sure is a superb rapper! Great lyrics and great beat! Far better than 99percent out. Deserves respect

  42. S.... N....

    If only Dizzee and Eminem could do a song together it would be magic!!

  43. D.... L....

    One of dizzeys best songs

  44. j.... t....

    So underrated, this a work of art man 💯💯

  45. S.... N....

    Dizzee really needs to do a song with Eminem and QUICK!!!

  46. F.... F....

    This was sick live

  47. H.... H....

    Rip up and ravage, make it a habit for damage
    Whole lotta baggage, you will not manage, I'm the full package
    Why do they talk like I am not established? That is so callous, they are the saddest
    Why are they so full of malice? Making up fallacies, I'm in my palace blazing up the chalice with Alice
    'Cause I'm a gyalist and I'm the baddest, it's not a travesty
    Call me "Your Majesty," sometimes it feels like world's on my phallus
    Push out my chest and I big up my status
    Where's all the trappers? Where's all the clappers?
    I am not shaken, no need for maracas
    Or apparatus, put in the work and spend money on motors and slappers
    Why are we frontin' like it even matters?
    Why do they make me feel guilty for gettin' this money like my soul's in tatters?
    Sittin' here tryna realign my chakras
    Driving me crackers, you bloody spackers should get off my knackers
    Give me the gas and the matches, I've been through hell and I swallowed the ashes, running this ting for so long as it happens, I'm knackered
    All of my enemies broken and shattered, sprinkling hate, they're all over the shop and they're scattered
    Chatting my name till this day and I'm flattered, I am not easily rattled
    Don't follow the cattle, so quiet your chatter or you will get battered
    Can't find enough time to dine on these rappers, all of these MCs are looking like tapas
    Fuck all the swine and their bodily gases, roll with the rastas, Babylon's calling me, nobody's fooling me
    I do not roll with the masses, but big up the Junglist massive
    I am not timid and I am not passive, messing with me? You must be on some acid
    Don't want the racket, I will get erratic, all my problems disappear like it's magic
    It'll be tragic
    Don't pet or pander, leave 'em hanging
    I'll be damned, man to man
    Hit him with an open hand, release the anger
    WorldStar, you could get dealt with on camera
    Understand my grammar, I don't stutter, lisp or stammer
    Watch me blaze the beat, I must admit it hit just like a hammer
    It's a banger for the mandem on the street and in the slammer
    Bang your doors, bang your doors for the cause
    Breaking laws, breaking jaws, open paws
    Poker board, taking scores, and be sure
    Never let a bredda get one over yours
    Never put money over whores, maybe or it's crazy flawed, it's a myth, life's a gift, made me pause, catch my drift, smoke a spliff and get in them draws
    Paid the cost to be the boss, ball and floss, Jesus died, he nailed himself into the cross
    Still couldn't please these backwards shit cunts, why would I take a loss?
    Giving a toss, know your worth, hold your turf, fuck the earth, and shake it off
    Breddas on my line talkin' 'bout, "Yo, Raskit, break me off"
    They’re wafer soft, I'm taking off

  48. P.... A....

    i fucking love this flow he does not need air Dizzie straight up murdered it

  49. D.... C....

    2018 and still aint getting old 👊💯

  50. G.... S....

    I love this song

  51. K.... k....

    Diz showing them your prime isn't when you say

  52. R.... ....

    dnb version https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_sVzFrGnEg

  53. D.... W....

    LYRICS!!!!!!
    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down, better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space
    "Discovery. Go at throttle up"

    Rip up and ravage, make it a habit for damage
    Whole lotta baggage, you will not manage, I'm the full package
    Why do they talk like I am not established? That is so callous, they are the saddest
    Why are they so full of malice? Making up fallacies, 
    I'm in my palace blazing up the chalice with Alice
    'Cause I'm a gyalist and I'm the baddest, it's not a travesty
    Call me "Your Majesty, " sometimes it feels like world's on my phallus
    Push out my chest and I big up my status
    Where's all the trappers? Where's all the clappers?
    I am not shaken, no need for maracas
    Or apparatus, put in the work and spend money on motors and slappers
    Why are we frontin' like it even matters?
    Why do they make me feel guilty for gettin' this money like my soul's in tatters?
    Sittin' here tryna realign my chakras
    Driving me crackers, you bloody spackers should get off my knackers
    Give me the gas and the matches, 
    I've been through hell and I swallowed the ashes, 
    Running this ting for so long as it happens, I'm knackered
    All of my enemies broken and shattered, sprinkling hate 
    They're all over the shop and they're scattered
    Chatting my name till this day and I'm flattered, I am not easily rattled
    Don't follow the cattle, so quiet your chatter or you will get battered
    Can't find enough time to dine on these rappers, all of these MCs are looking like tapas
    Fuck all the swine and their bodily gases, roll with the rastas
    Babylon's calling me, nobody's fooling me
    I do not roll with the masses, but big up the Junglist massive
    I am not timid and I am not passive, messing with me? You must be on some acid
    Done with the racket, I will get erratic, all of my problems disappear like it's magic
    It'll be tragic

    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down, better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space
    Yeah, uh

    Don't pet or pander, leave 'em hanging
    I'll be damned, man to man
    Hit him with an open hand, release the anger
    Worldstar, you could get dealt with on camera
    Understand my grammar, I don't stutter, lisp or stammer
    Watch me blaze the beat, I must admit it hit just like a hammer
    It's a banger for the mandem on the street and in the slammer
    Bang your doors, bang your doors for the cause
    Breaking laws, breaking jaws, open paws
    Poker board, taking scores, and be sure
    Never let a bredda get one over yours
    Never put money over whores, maybe or it's crazy flawed, it's a myth, life's a gift
    Made me pause, catch my drift, smoke a spliff and get in them draws
    Paid the cost to be the boss, ball and floss, Jesus died, he nailed himself into the cross
    Still couldn't please these backwards shit cunts, why would I take a loss?
    Giving a toss, know your worth, hold your turf, fuck the earth, and shake it off
    Breddas on my line talkin' 'bout, "Yo, Raskit, break me off"
    They’re wafer soft, I'm taking off

    Three, two, one, zero, and lift off
    Lift off of Mission 41b
    The first flight of the Orbiter Discovery and the shuttle has cleared the tower

    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down, better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space

    Alright, lift off and the clock has started
    Yes sir, reading you loud and clear
    Roger, Zero-T, and I feel fine, capsule is turning around
    We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things
    Not because they are easy, but because they are hard

  54. x.... ....

    Love banging this in my car 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽

  55. J.... S....

    Nifty blad

  56. M.... ....

    Holy fuck that Beat. R.I.P Headphones

  57. r.... n....

    dizzee aint went nowhere

  58. A.... ....

    RUNNIN' THIS THING, FOR SO LONG, AS IT HAPPENS, I AM. KNACKERED.

  59. K.... ....

    This reminds me off Royce da 5’9 - caterpillar (ft eminem)
    The beat at the start and the music vid

  60. c.... ....

    Dope video still

  61. A.... ....

    bass bass bass you should wanna embrace bass

  62. J.... T....

    Maan everything rhyme with a accent. Shit was weak

  63. D.... D....

    2:06 That part is fire

  64. j.... b....

    snare drum sounds so fucken clean

  65. A.... ....

    2:01 on 1.25 now thats something thats science cant even solve

  66. D.... G....

    Just dropkicked obama

  67. b.... ....

    Top top top

  68. B.... W....

    Fuck yesssss!!!!££

  69. H.... T....

    I am dizzy

  70. I.... 1....

    Savage!

  71. C.... M....

    GARBAGE

  72. J.... K....

    dizzee rascal is the KING

  73. A.... H....

    🔥🔥🔥

  74. m.... k....

    Pretty sure Jesus didn't nail himself to the cross though 😅

  75. B.... ....

    he reminds me of the "da ting go skraa" guy

  76. N.... x....

    This is realy good



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    [Intro]
    "Discovery. Four computers now have primary control of critical vehicle functions."
    "Roger roll, Discovery"

    [Chorus: Dizzee Rascal]
    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space
    "Discovery. Go at throttle up."

    [Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]
    Rip up and ravage, make it a habit for damage
    Whole lotta baggage, you will not manage, I'm the full package
    Why do they talk like I am not established? That is so callous, they are the saddest
    Why are they so full of malice? Making up fallacies, I'm in my palace blazing up the chalice with Alice
    'Cause I'm a gyalist and I'm the baddest, it's not a travesty
    Call me "Your Majesty," sometimes it feels like world's on my phallus
    Push out my chest and I big up my status
    Where's all the trappers? Where's all the clappers?
    I am not shaken, no need for maracas
    Or apparatus, put in the work and spend money on motors and slappers
    Why are we frontin' like it even matters?
    Why do they make me feel guilty for gettin' this money like my soul's in tatters?
    Sittin' here tryna realign my chakras
    Driving me crackers, you bloody spackers should get off my knackers
    Give me the gas and the matches, I've been through hell and I swallowed the ashes, running this ting for so long as it happens, I'm knackered
    All of my enemies broken and shattered, sprinkling hate, they're all over the shop and they're scattered
    Chatting my name till this day and I'm flattered, I am not easily rattled
    Don't follow the cattle, so quiet your chatter or you will get battered
    Can't find enough time to dine on these rappers, all of these MCs are looking like tapas
    Fuck all the swine and their bodily gases, roll with the rastas, Babylon's calling me, nobody's fooling me
    I do not roll with the masses, but big up the Junglist massive
    I am not timid and I am not passive, messing with me? You must be on some acid
    Done with the racket, I will get erratic, all my problems disappear like it's magic
    It'll be tragic

    [Chorus: Dizzee Rascal]
    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space
    Yeah, uh

    [Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal]
    Don't pet or pander, leave 'em hanging
    I'll be damned, man to man
    Hit him with an open hand, release the anger
    WorldStar, you could get dealt with on camera
    Understand my grammar, I don't stutter, lisp or stammer
    Watch me blaze the beat, I must admit it hit just like a hammer
    It's a banger for the mandem on the street and in the slammer
    Bang your doors, bang your doors for the cause
    Breaking laws, breaking jaws, open paws
    Poker board, taking scores, and be sure
    Never let a bredda get one over yours
    Never put money over whores, maybe or it's crazy flawed, it's a myth, life's a gift, made me pause, catch my drift, smoke a spliff and get in them draws
    Paid the cost to be the boss, ball and floss, Jesus died, he nailed himself into the cross
    Still couldn't please these backwards shit cunts, why would I take a loss?
    Giving a toss, know your worth, hold your turf, fuck the earth, and shake it off
    Breddas on my line talkin' 'bout, "Yo, Raskit, break me off"
    They’re wafer soft, I'm taking off

    [Sample]
    "Three, two, one, zero, and lift off"
    "Lift off of Kepler-41b. The first flight of the Orbiter Discovery and the shuttle has cleared the tower

    [Chorus: Dizzee Rascal]
    Ain't no point in playin' it safe
    Gotta know your role, better state your case
    When it all falls down better know your place
    Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
    Space, space
    Space, you should wanna embrace
    Space, space, space

    [Sample]
    Alright, lift off and the clock has started
    Yes sir, reading you loud and clear
    Roger, Zero-T, and I feel fine, capsule is turning around
    We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard

    A.... ....

    line 5 of the 1st verse is : "coz im her adonis" (pronounced 'adanis') -not "gyalist"?
    Edit: listened again and it sounds like 'adalice' -fk knows...

  78. S.... R....

    wata fak suka blyat

  79. T.... W....

    Fresh 😎👌

  80. w.... ....

    Lyrics ?? Anyone ?

  81. R.... S....

    Dizze at it again My G

  82. s.... h....

    this song makes me wanna Netflix and chill with my TV

  83. T.... t....

    jesus died nailed him self to the cross but still couldent please those backward´s shit c**t´s... #Fact

  84. D.... C....

    i want this beat !!!

  85. G.... V....

    this track just bloomin' great. Dizzee never disappoints. Fact.

  86. V.... ....

    Черный пидорас

  87. M.... H....

    Good on you Wiley 👍

  88. M.... O....

    I want to propose to this instrumental

  89. R.... M....

    Dizzie world

  90. M.... ....

    Put it on 1.25 fast forward its more dope

  91. I.... E....

    second verse fucked with my brain

  92. d.... e....

    jesus died on the cross not good