Make It Last - Dizzee Rascal

You ain’t from the ends, boy, don’t get me vexxed

Represent the east side everytime I flex

What you know ‘bout EQ, Stratford Rex?

Murder Mile, Palace P, murder on them steps

Deja 92, murderin' them sets

Can’t forget Mak 10 murderin' them decks

He’d just drop the ting we didn’t even know what’s next

I was with Reggie,

never even heard of Ghetts

What you know about them real south London vets?

Imperial Gardens I was way out of my depth

Brickie on the right, Pecknam on the left

All I see is shooters it’s about to be a mess

All I see is shooters I don’t know about the rest

Can’t forget them ghetto boys servin' up that stress

Bunch of blue borough boys turnin up La’Fez

Turnin' up with heads

Someone’s gonna turn up dead, yeah

I was on the grind north, east, south and west

I was in the dance with no vest on my chest

Bredders lickin' shots just to vent and express

Bredders lickin' shots just to let me know I’m blessed

But that’s all in the past

So just settle off your arse

Reminisce and raise your glass

Nowadays I have a blast

And I’m in a different class

I’m just tryna make it last

But that’s all in the past

So just settle off your arse

Reminisce and raise your glass

Nowadays I have a blast

And I’m in a different class

I’m just tryna make it last

No regrets

Before I got a cheque I was workin' up a sweat

I was on that north side, you better come correct

T town, Heat FM live and direct

I was from the east they coulda been comin' at my neck

For the ends I rep, Instead I got respect

Coulda just been wet, didn’t know what to expect

Weren’t no speculation if they had the tings on deck

Thinkin' what the heck

Might as well take heed

Take time and breathe

I ain’t tryna bleed

Love is all we need

Seems like they agreed

But you know know about peak unless you went Rumble Stampede

Real peak indeed

And if you’re lookin' beef then I suggest you take the lead

And roll up your sleeves

Or get jooked with speed

I’ve seen the hardest, coldest bredders beg, holler and plead

Like you won’t believe

And North West is greaze

Hotter than Belize

I went to

Tudor Rose

thinkin' it would be a breeze

But all I saw was G’s

Bredders on their knees

Screaming «Why d’you take my boy away?

God help him, please!»

But that’s all in the past

So just settle off your arse

Reminisce and raise your glass

Nowadays I have a blast

And I’m in a different class

I’m just tryna make it last

But that’s all in the past

So just settle off your arse

Reminisce and raise your glass

Nowadays I have a blast

And I’m in a different class

I’m just tryna make it last