How Did I Get So Calm
Dizzee Rascal
3:06But I do it at my leisure I do it at my leisure, I make it look easy I do it at my leisure, you breddas can't see me I do it at my leisure, I couldn't give a toss man I do it at my leisure 'cause I'm my own boss man Everybody's chatting, I don't see nobody backing I just see a lot of acting and I see a lot of slacking Personally, I think the streets are lacking Decency attack 'cause there's no unity or honour among thieves And that's a fact Now everybody's hyping over crack and hyping over gats Seeing the tacker's on the tap but now they call it black on black I know they kids are facing life for everything they hear in rap And this conspiracy, that is a trap but really it's just crap I'm proper gat, no nothing more, so please nevermind the bollocks Forget about hoes and trollops and the pimps that give a wallop Even though it's controversial when there's nothing sweet about it This time is so commercial, there ain't nothing street about it So forget about it, get up off your high horse, live a little Live a little, if not, give my balls a tickle 'Cause it's only entertainment and I do it for the pleasure Of course I do it for the payment but I do it at my leisure I do it at my leisure, I make it look easy I do it at my leisure, you breddas can't see me I do it at my leisure, I couldn't give a toss man I do it at my leisure 'cause I'm my own boss man Get breddas always saying, "Keep it real, keep it real" Running around the streets or running their mouth a lot, they need to chill Actin' like they need to kill to get a mill' to get a bill Get rich or die tryin', that's the way they claim to feel But they didn't die rich, now they start cryin' Layin' in the bottom part, dreamin' of the world outside Surrounded by the hard kids, lunatics and idiots Actin' like they're mental, go to jail, it was deliberate Same old story when they get released When they was a child they was a beast, North, South, West, East, man Knew they was the dime, fuck the police, man Death to all snitches, where's the gash? Pass the weed man Same grit as tellin' me I need to keep it G, man Say I turned soft and sold out, what, me man? Got the cheek to question what I do, but whatever I make the people bounce and I do it at my leisure I do it at my leisure, I make it look easy I do it at my leisure, you breddas can't see me I do it at my leisure, I couldn't give a toss man I do it at my leisure 'cause I'm my own boss man Don't need no rubber dog, don't need no west-end club Cheap scrub, tried to holler at me acting like it's love Fake fucks, say they claiming blood, say they claiming crip No rap sheet on their ear, lots of bullshit coming out their lips Stupid girls surrounded, acting like they're down with it When it goes down they're nowhere to be found 'cause they ain't down for shit I see the party show up and I see the crowd spin Certain corporates aren't ashamed to claim it, like they're proud of it Saw the bodies layin' on the floor, life stolen from their eyes Everybody acting like he's not surprised Tomorrow's another day, they move on to just socialise You know the saying, thoughts don't ever die, they multiply I try to keep it localised but I'm international There's nothing in the ghetto I ain't seen, I guess it's natural When you're finished tryna rep your ends will fly together Until that day I'm easy, bluff, I do it at my leisure I do it at my leisure, I make it look easy I do it at my leisure, you breddas can't see me I do it at my leisure, I couldn't give a toss man I do it at my leisure 'cause I'm my own boss man