Graftin' Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

So, what you thinkin' about London City, aye? 

(East London, ghetto, West London, ghetto) 

What you think you know? 

(North London, ghetto, South London, ghetto) 

Big Ben tells the time 

(Stand up, stand up, yeah) 

Above the London roads the holy ground, grind 

Young hustlers, we graft all the time non-stop, UK war 

Maybe I'll find you there for myself 

(You hear me) 

You know what I'm sayin'? 

Yo, as I hustle in the city for a paper stack 

Lord knows, I got the devil on my back 

It's a cold world, l gotta stay on track 

Dog eat dog, others gain if you lack 

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In the LDN where I learnt to attract 

Clacka, I can show you where it's at 

First things first, get a block and a flat 

Next up, get a black hoodie in a hat 

Livin' in the Big Brother's cameras' view 

Keep an eye out for the boys in blue 

Straight five years gettin' caught, that's you 

Sittin' in the cell still wondering who 

Couldn't keep quiet, now you on a diet 

Mash potato, cauliflower and stew 

Pissed off with not a lot to do 

And the word on the street don't ever seem new 

And none of it will ever seem true 

Endless hype, who do you believe? 

Will it relieve the loneliness at night? 

Remain deceived if you're convinced it might 

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You know for well, what the streets are like 

Few more Mercs, couple more Rangers 

Other than that not a lot else changes 

Sky looks grey in London City 

We stay graftin' 'cause we're gritty 

Hustle, hustle constantly 

Hustle, hustle constantly 

Sky looks grey in London City 

We stay graftin' 'cause we're gritty 

Hustle, hustle constantly 

Hustle, hustle constantly 

I used to roll money up against the wall 

Never did wanna play hopscotch 

Now I'm pennyhole parkin', laughin' 

'Cause I'm back in the white man's clutches 

And I've been doin' this since Tamagotch 

I G.I Joe any boy in my face 

Invadin' my space or cling on the stuff 

Bring it on star, watch 

By the end of the hours of the clock 

I'll end your days, you'll think I'm crazed 

When I'll give you the midnight rock 

End of sentence, full stop 

Now, what you gonna say about that? 

I'll put all your plans in a knot 

Make you put all your mind's on the spot 

I'm probably everything that you're not 

I'm totally mad, you've lost the plot 

To even consider gettin' me caught 

Carried off to a hospital, block and shock 

On the table ready to operate, never me 

I dictate and delegate who's heavyweight 

I'm king of the ring 

Make moves in any state 

LDN, we do our thing 

Sky looks grey in London City 

We stay graftin' 'cause we're gritty 

Hustle, hustle constantly 

Hustle, hustle constantly 

Sky looks grey in London City 

We stay graftin' 'cause we're gritty 

Hustle, hustle constantly 

Hustle, hustle constantly 

Damn right, yeah, you're damn right 

Young hustlers, London City, stand up 

LDN, they know us in the world 

You know our time is 

I swear all teacups 

To enter the four bucks, is Buckingham Palace 

I'ma show you how gritty it is out here 

You gonna know, you gonna understand 

It's Dizzee Rascal solo, yo, I'm here, what? 

Ghetto UK style up 

Dizzy Ras, Gizza Bell sayin' 

I'ma back, swear to you