Nutcrackerz

[Produced by The HeavyTrackerz]

[Intro: Giggs]

Cause man ain't come for him

No, wait, man ain't come, oh

'Cause man ain't bumping him, no, wait

Oh, yeah (Giggs), 'cause man ain't bumping him or you

Man ain't bumping him either (Rascal)

You know them ones?

Know what it is, Dizzee, ah, ha-ha, trust me (Listen)

[Verse 1: Giggs]

Cause man ain't bumping him or you

Man ain't bumping him either

Man ain't come for him

Man ain't come to grin neither

Man ain't comforting geezers, ease up

Man ain't jumping in neither

Man just jumpy and eager beavers

Shit ain't sunken in neither

Man just old school from Gloucester Grove

When man had comfortable Fila

Back when Aston didn't even live there

It was Josh and Makeda

Back when gangsters weren't even shooting

Man took chunks with that cleaver

Back all Super Dee, Stone Love days

Yep, Jamrock Sound, Metro Media

[Verse 2: Dizzee]

Back in the day when I was broke

I was on Bow Road and looking out for eaters

Back in the day before I had seven figures

Our bredders were begging me for features

Back in the day before bloggers and tweeters

Before they knew I was a genius

They were the days when I was excluded

From school for fucking with my teachers

I was so damn facetious

I would leave em with fevers

Seizures, bunch of holes in my sneakers

Back in the day before I had that

Brand new Range Rover, looking devious

Previous, I was moving mischievous

None of my girlfriends were divas

Making moves was the easiest

Please don't make me get deeper

I was linking Kamika

Ice Rink and that Creeper

Had em dropping in caesars

Jesus, bunch of unstable geezers

Bunch of peelers and dealers

Demons, they were holding them beaters

We were owning them speakers

[Verse 3: Giggs]

Man came back with that classic crack shit

Man came back with that Raskit

Rolled up with them Rottweilers

And came back with Bullmastiffs

Quickly grab them six brownings

Women grab me two taxis

There's a negative and a plus side

Hollow's back with new batteries

Hold up, coming back for you fassies

Better run home, call that prat the new Lassie

Them two straps are too massive

Jumped out, pap pap pap with two maccies

Quick, jump back in front seat and back seat

Pricks get bought Ribena and Capri

[Verse 4: Dizzee]

Don't gas me

I was on the back streets, couldn't catch me

On a jack spree

They looking at me like "why you wanna rap me?", that's crappy

I was ashy, not flashy

They couldn't hack me

All-black in my Nike Air tracky

And I went all out on a fassy

And I didn't make beats on a lappy

What you know about Rex in Stratty? Exactly

Had a yatty, in Hackney

Big batty, a bit scatty

But I was happy

Cause she cooked saltfish and ackee

She didn't clap me

So I've gotta give thanks to Selassie

Shy FX and UK Apache

[Verse 5: Giggs]

The speaker blowing, better keep it going

Mention Hollowman when your speaker flowing

Get that mozzarella cheese, get the pizza going

Seen your gully side, now your weak is showing

My nigga Dizzee Ras, they say he's a poet

They hear we drop a track, niggas tippy-toeing

Don't come around a man with your pissy poems

I've got bitches on my dick and their lippy showing