Dylan Mills, known professionally as Dizzee Rascal (born September 18th, 19… Read Full Bio ↴Dylan Mills, known professionally as Dizzee Rascal (born September 18th, 1984), is a grime solo artist, formerly a Roll Deep crew member, who emerged from the UK Garage music scene. His music was a blend of garage MCing, conventional rap, grime and ragga, with some more eclectic samples.
Dizzee began MCing on pirate radio and at raves at fifteen, but since his mainstream success he has distanced himself from the fledgling scene. Rascal grew up in the East End of London in south Bow in a council estate, raised by his single mother, a Ghanaian immigrant. Little is known about his father, though it is thought that he died when Mills was two. He attributes his musical development to a school teacher who allowed him to skip regular classes and spend time working on music on the school computers.
His music is an eclectic mixture of garage and hip-hop beats with an extremely broad palette of influences, ranging from metal guitars to found sounds, drill and bass synth lines, eclectic samples and even Japanese court music. His vocal performance is also distinctive, he uses a fast version of rapping (known as 'spitting') which blends elements from garage MCing, conventional rap, grime and ragga.
Dizzee Rascal has numerous rivals within the Grime scene, mainly from the Bow, East London area. A notable rival of Dizzee Rascal is Crazy Titch who produced and recorded a diss called "Just An Arsehole" which used the backing track of Dizzee's record of "Jus A Rascal".
Dizzee Rascal has had international endorsements deals with urban brand Ecko and designed his own shoe with Nike. He has also worked with cross genre artist, Beck, on a remix of the song Hell Yes.
He released his debut album in 2003, which was called Boy In Da Corner, winning him the 2003 Mercury Prize. His second album Showtime was released in 2004. His third effort, Maths and English was released in 2007. All three albums received critical acclaim. He experienced commercial success in 2008 when Dance Wiv Me reached the number one spot in the UK charts. His fourth album, Tongue n' Cheek was released in 2009, going platinum for sales exceeding 300,000 units in the UK. Dizzee Rascal's album The Fifth was released in 2013, the same year he received an honorary Doctorate of the Arts from the University of East London.
In 2017, Rascal released Raskit, which as well as building on his sound heralded a return on some songs to the grime sound of his earlier albums.
Discography:
Studio albums:
2003: Boy in da Corner
2004: Showtime
2007: Maths + English
2009: Tongue n' Cheek
2013: The Fifth
2017: Raskit
2020: E3 AF
2024: Don't Take It Personal
Dizzee began MCing on pirate radio and at raves at fifteen, but since his mainstream success he has distanced himself from the fledgling scene. Rascal grew up in the East End of London in south Bow in a council estate, raised by his single mother, a Ghanaian immigrant. Little is known about his father, though it is thought that he died when Mills was two. He attributes his musical development to a school teacher who allowed him to skip regular classes and spend time working on music on the school computers.
His music is an eclectic mixture of garage and hip-hop beats with an extremely broad palette of influences, ranging from metal guitars to found sounds, drill and bass synth lines, eclectic samples and even Japanese court music. His vocal performance is also distinctive, he uses a fast version of rapping (known as 'spitting') which blends elements from garage MCing, conventional rap, grime and ragga.
Dizzee Rascal has numerous rivals within the Grime scene, mainly from the Bow, East London area. A notable rival of Dizzee Rascal is Crazy Titch who produced and recorded a diss called "Just An Arsehole" which used the backing track of Dizzee's record of "Jus A Rascal".
Dizzee Rascal has had international endorsements deals with urban brand Ecko and designed his own shoe with Nike. He has also worked with cross genre artist, Beck, on a remix of the song Hell Yes.
He released his debut album in 2003, which was called Boy In Da Corner, winning him the 2003 Mercury Prize. His second album Showtime was released in 2004. His third effort, Maths and English was released in 2007. All three albums received critical acclaim. He experienced commercial success in 2008 when Dance Wiv Me reached the number one spot in the UK charts. His fourth album, Tongue n' Cheek was released in 2009, going platinum for sales exceeding 300,000 units in the UK. Dizzee Rascal's album The Fifth was released in 2013, the same year he received an honorary Doctorate of the Arts from the University of East London.
In 2017, Rascal released Raskit, which as well as building on his sound heralded a return on some songs to the grime sound of his earlier albums.
Discography:
Studio albums:
2003: Boy in da Corner
2004: Showtime
2007: Maths + English
2009: Tongue n' Cheek
2013: The Fifth
2017: Raskit
2020: E3 AF
2024: Don't Take It Personal
The Other Side
Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
Tell the barber stop fuckin' with my hairline
Got mine fitted to the side when I wear mine
Why these boys keep reachin' for my plate knowin' I don't wanna share mine?
Why these boys keep lyin' when they swear blind?
Why they talking like I never made bare grime?
Talk tools like I never had a spare 9
Why they reachin' for my pockets like it's their grind?
They better recline
Don't don't need a co-sign from the mayor 'cause I got a pretty penny, I ain't beggin' in my spare time
Why these bitches wanna hit me with the bare whine?
Tell me hit it bareback, these bitches ain't even worth the airtime
Why these singers always gotta use Melodyne?
Why these rappers on their phone on the radio, they ain't got prepared lines?
Why you gotta keep gassin' up their dead rhymes?
Why I gotta be a hater when I tell the truth?
Why I gotta like your shitty 'Fire In The Booth'?
If you're really spittin' fire where's the bloody proof?
I ain't hatin' on the youth, if you ain't got the juice
What's the bloody use?
'Cause I'm used to the true spitters on the roof
East side of the river that's the bloody roots
Had to put in work like a pair of muddy boots
Too big for my boots that's the truth
No excuse for you new recruits
Bunch of dilutes, and a few flukes
I've been out of the loop
Gotta pepper MCs with a few nukes
Bunch of fashion MCs think they're too cute
Bunch of rubbish MCs stick 'em in a chute
Chuck 'em out of a helicopter with no parachute
I had to jump through hoops
I'm a true brute
It ain't up for dispute
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
Do you really, really want it?
If you want it then I'm on it
Why these bredders beggin' a re-union?
Why's the Godfather
Why you actin' like you never knew and he's movin' new again?
There ain't ever gonna be another crew again
So tell Willy that I don't need a pen pal
Stop writin' me these letters 'cause I don't know what to do with them
It ain't ever gonna be '03 or '02 they don't do it how I did it
Somebody tell me what I've gotta prove again
I was runnin' 'round the manor like a hooligan
I was linkin' up with Gavin he was slewin' them
Would have been a mad ting if he blew all these little grime kids ain't got a clue
I ain't even got a problem with the newer gen
But all these rappers that you're begging I will ruin them
And tell Mega he can make all the noise that he wants but I'll put him on his arse in a swamp with a few of them
They're still talkin' 'bout my old wars
Folklore still talkin' 'bout my old bars
Got my thinkin' that it's all I'm really known for
I ain't runnin' from no-one I fought my own wars
C1 NORTHSTAR, thats a war Lord
If they only knew the way, flip the scoreboard
And tell Wes that he's pukka and a mukka, he's still a mad man, and a nutter and the heat I just can't afford
'Cause I'm on tour, they want an encore
Yeah sure that's what I'm on for
Tell the promoters that they gotta put me on more
I'm like an elevator stoppin' at the wrong floor
I ain't got no regrets, if I did have a set
It would be that I never flew Concorde
Now my flow is complete 'cah I don't want no raasclaat beat
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
Do you really, really want it?
If you want it then I'm on it
Got mine fitted to the side when I wear mine
Why these boys keep reachin' for my plate knowin' I don't wanna share mine?
Why these boys keep lyin' when they swear blind?
Why they talking like I never made bare grime?
Talk tools like I never had a spare 9
Why they reachin' for my pockets like it's their grind?
They better recline
Don't don't need a co-sign from the mayor 'cause I got a pretty penny, I ain't beggin' in my spare time
Why these bitches wanna hit me with the bare whine?
Why these singers always gotta use Melodyne?
Why these rappers on their phone on the radio, they ain't got prepared lines?
Why you gotta keep gassin' up their dead rhymes?
Why I gotta be a hater when I tell the truth?
Why I gotta like your shitty 'Fire In The Booth'?
If you're really spittin' fire where's the bloody proof?
I ain't hatin' on the youth, if you ain't got the juice
What's the bloody use?
'Cause I'm used to the true spitters on the roof
East side of the river that's the bloody roots
Had to put in work like a pair of muddy boots
Too big for my boots that's the truth
No excuse for you new recruits
Bunch of dilutes, and a few flukes
I've been out of the loop
Gotta pepper MCs with a few nukes
Bunch of fashion MCs think they're too cute
Bunch of rubbish MCs stick 'em in a chute
Chuck 'em out of a helicopter with no parachute
I had to jump through hoops
I'm a true brute
It ain't up for dispute
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
Do you really, really want it?
If you want it then I'm on it
Why these bredders beggin' a re-union?
Why's the Godfather
Why you actin' like you never knew and he's movin' new again?
There ain't ever gonna be another crew again
So tell Willy that I don't need a pen pal
Stop writin' me these letters 'cause I don't know what to do with them
It ain't ever gonna be '03 or '02 they don't do it how I did it
Somebody tell me what I've gotta prove again
I was runnin' 'round the manor like a hooligan
I was linkin' up with Gavin he was slewin' them
Would have been a mad ting if he blew all these little grime kids ain't got a clue
I ain't even got a problem with the newer gen
But all these rappers that you're begging I will ruin them
And tell Mega he can make all the noise that he wants but I'll put him on his arse in a swamp with a few of them
They're still talkin' 'bout my old wars
Folklore still talkin' 'bout my old bars
Got my thinkin' that it's all I'm really known for
I ain't runnin' from no-one I fought my own wars
C1 NORTHSTAR, thats a war Lord
If they only knew the way, flip the scoreboard
And tell Wes that he's pukka and a mukka, he's still a mad man, and a nutter and the heat I just can't afford
'Cause I'm on tour, they want an encore
Yeah sure that's what I'm on for
Tell the promoters that they gotta put me on more
I'm like an elevator stoppin' at the wrong floor
I ain't got no regrets, if I did have a set
It would be that I never flew Concorde
Now my flow is complete 'cah I don't want no raasclaat beat
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
Do you really, really want it?
If you want it then I'm on it
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Dylan Mills
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Hulk
[Verse 1]
Tell the barber stop fuckin' with my hairline
Got mine fitted to the side when I wear mine
Why these boys keep reachin' for my plate knowin' I don't wanna share mine?
Why these boys keep lyin' when they swear blind?
Why they talking like I never made bare grime?
Talk tools like I never had a spare 9
Why they reachin' for my pockets like it's their grind?
They better recline
Don't don't need a co-sign from the mayor cos I got a pretty penny, I ain't beggin' in my spare time
Why these bitches wanna hit me with the bare whine?
Tell me hit it bareback, these bitches ain't even worth the airtime
Why these singers always gotta use Melodyne?
Why these rappers on their phone on the radio, they ain't got prepared lines?
Why you gotta keep gassin' up their dead rhymes?
Why I gotta be a hater when I tell the truth?
Why I gotta like your shitty fire in the booth?
If you're really spittin' fire where's the bloody proof?
I ain't hatin' on the youth, if you ain't got the juice
What's the bloody use?
Cos I'm used to the true spitters on the roof
East side of the river that's the bloody roots
Had to put in work like a pair of muddy boots
Too big for my boots that's the truth
No excuse for you new recruits
Bunch of dilutes, and a few flukes
I've been out of the loop
Gotta pepper MCs with a few nukes
Bunch of fashion MCs think they're too cute
Bunch of rubbish MCs stick em in a chute
Chuck em out of a helicopter with no parachute
I had to jump through hoops
I'm a true brute
It ain't up for dispute
[Hook]
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
Do you really, really want it?
If you want it then I'm on it
[Verse 2]
Why these bredders beggin' a re-union?
Why's the Godfather touchin' on the kids?
Why you actin' like you never knew and he's movin' new again?
There ain't ever gonna be another crew again
So tell Willy that I don't need a pen pal
Stop writin' me these letters cos I don't know what to do with them
It ain't ever gonna be '03 or '02 they don't do it how I did it
Somebody tell me what I've gotta prove again
I was runnin' round the manor like a hooligan
I was linkin' up with Gavin he was slewin' them
Would have been a mad ting if he blew all these little grime kids ain't got a clue
I ain't even got a problem with the newer gen
But all these rappers that you're begging I will ruin them
And tell Mega he can make all the noise that he wants but I'll put him on his arse in a swamp with a few of them
They're still talkin' about my old wars
Folklore still talkin' bout my old bars
Got my thinkin' that it's all I'm really known for
I ain't runnin' from no-one I fought my own wars
C1 NORTHSTAR, thats a war lord
If they only knew the way, flip the scoreboard
And tell Wes that he's pukka and a mukka, he's still a mad man, and a nutter and the heat I just can't afford
Coz I'm on tour, they want an encore
Yeah sure that's what I'm on for
Tell the promoters that they gotta put me on more
I'm like an elevator stoppin' at the wrong floor
I ain't got no regrets, if I did have a set
It would be that I never flew Concorde
Now my flow is complete 'cah I don't want no raasclaat beat
[Hook]
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
Do you really, really want it?
If you want it then I'm on it
Courtesy of https://genius.com/Dizzee-rascal-the-other-side-lyrics
Diana Loredana
Lyrics:
Tell the barber stop fuckin' with my hairline
Got mine fitted to the side when I wear mine
Why these boys keep reachin' for my plate knowin' I don't wanna share mine?
Why these boys keep lyin' when they swear blind?
Why they talking like I never made bare grime?
Talk tools like I never had a spare 9
Why they reachin' for my pockets like it's their grind?
They better recline
Don't don't need a co-sign from the mayor cos I got a pretty penny, I ain't beggin' in my spare time
Why these bitches wanna hit me with the bare whine?
Tell me hit it bareback, these bitches ain't even worth the airtime
Why these singers always gotta use Melodyne?
Why these rappers on their phone on the radio, they ain't got prepared lines?
Why you gotta keep gassin' up their dead rhymes?
Why I gotta be a hater when I tell the truth?
Why I gotta like your shitty fire in the booth?
If you're really spittin' fire where's the bloody proof?
I ain't hatin' on the youth, if you ain't got the juice
What's the bloody use?
Cos I'm used to the true spitters on the roof
East side of the river that's the bloody roots
Had to put in work like a pair of muddy boots
Too big for my boots that's the truth
No excuse for you new recruits
Bunch of dilutes, and a few flukes
I've been out of the loop
Gotta pepper MCs with a few nukes
Bunch of fashion MCs think they're too cute
Bunch of rubbish MCs stick em in a chute
Chuck em out of a helicopter with no parachute
I had to jump through hoops
I'm a true brute
It ain't up for dispute
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
Do you really, really want it?
If you want it then I'm on it
Why these bredders beggin' a re-union?
Why's the Godfather touchin' on the kids?
Why you actin' like you never knew and he's movin' new again?
There ain't ever gonna be another crew again
So tell Willy that I don't need a pen pal
Stop writin' me these letters cos I don't know what to do with them
It ain't ever gonna be '03 or '02 they don't do it how I did it
Somebody tell me what I've gotta prove again
I was runnin' round the manor like a hooligan
I was linkin' up with Gavin he was slewin' them
Would have been a mad ting if he blew all these little grime kids ain't got a clue
I ain't even got a problem with the newer gen
But all these rappers that you're begging I will ruin them
And tell Mega he can make all the noise that he wants but I'll put him on his arse in a swamp with a few of them
They're still talkin' about my old wars
Folklore still talkin' bout my old bars
Got my thinkin' that it's all I'm really known for
I ain't runnin' from no-one I fought my own wars
C1 NORTHSTAR, thats a war lord
If they only knew the way, flip the scoreboard
And tell Wes that he's pukka and a mukka, he's still a mad man, and a nutter and the heat I just can't afford
Coz I'm on tour, they want an encore
Yeah sure that's what I'm on for
Tell the promoters that they gotta put me on more
I'm like an elevator stoppin' at the wrong floor
I ain't got no regrets, if I did have a set
It would be that I never flew Concorde
Now my flow is complete 'cah I don't want no raasclaat beat
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
Do you really, really want it?
If you want it then I'm on it
Brandon Kelly
Whoever finds the songs for Ballers needs a raise.
Katie Cakes
Took that pa saliu tune to, def uk guyyy
I_Created_U
I know right?? Like every ep i gotta use shazam half a dozen times! Fav for now is Spark Master Tape - Tenkkeys
Kyle Rothgeb
Tru
mrlondonchappy
Best spitter by far . Pioneer of grime. He's in his own league
Stefantius
I've gotten nearly 30 songs from Ballers on HBO in a playlist right now
eric bosire
Share that!!
Stephan Brügger
Same here brah
Jaime Soto
Thank you ballers for this track killing it !!!!
Hulk
[Verse 1]
Tell the barber stop fuckin' with my hairline
Got mine fitted to the side when I wear mine
Why these boys keep reachin' for my plate knowin' I don't wanna share mine?
Why these boys keep lyin' when they swear blind?
Why they talking like I never made bare grime?
Talk tools like I never had a spare 9
Why they reachin' for my pockets like it's their grind?
They better recline
Don't don't need a co-sign from the mayor cos I got a pretty penny, I ain't beggin' in my spare time
Why these bitches wanna hit me with the bare whine?
Tell me hit it bareback, these bitches ain't even worth the airtime
Why these singers always gotta use Melodyne?
Why these rappers on their phone on the radio, they ain't got prepared lines?
Why you gotta keep gassin' up their dead rhymes?
Why I gotta be a hater when I tell the truth?
Why I gotta like your shitty fire in the booth?
If you're really spittin' fire where's the bloody proof?
I ain't hatin' on the youth, if you ain't got the juice
What's the bloody use?
Cos I'm used to the true spitters on the roof
East side of the river that's the bloody roots
Had to put in work like a pair of muddy boots
Too big for my boots that's the truth
No excuse for you new recruits
Bunch of dilutes, and a few flukes
I've been out of the loop
Gotta pepper MCs with a few nukes
Bunch of fashion MCs think they're too cute
Bunch of rubbish MCs stick em in a chute
Chuck em out of a helicopter with no parachute
I had to jump through hoops
I'm a true brute
It ain't up for dispute
[Hook]
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
Do you really, really want it?
If you want it then I'm on it
[Verse 2]
Why these bredders beggin' a re-union?
Why's the Godfather touchin' on the kids?
Why you actin' like you never knew and he's movin' new again?
There ain't ever gonna be another crew again
So tell Willy that I don't need a pen pal
Stop writin' me these letters cos I don't know what to do with them
It ain't ever gonna be '03 or '02 they don't do it how I did it
Somebody tell me what I've gotta prove again
I was runnin' round the manor like a hooligan
I was linkin' up with Gavin he was slewin' them
Would have been a mad ting if he blew all these little grime kids ain't got a clue
I ain't even got a problem with the newer gen
But all these rappers that you're begging I will ruin them
And tell Mega he can make all the noise that he wants but I'll put him on his arse in a swamp with a few of them
They're still talkin' about my old wars
Folklore still talkin' bout my old bars
Got my thinkin' that it's all I'm really known for
I ain't runnin' from no-one I fought my own wars
C1 NORTHSTAR, thats a war lord
If they only knew the way, flip the scoreboard
And tell Wes that he's pukka and a mukka, he's still a mad man, and a nutter and the heat I just can't afford
Coz I'm on tour, they want an encore
Yeah sure that's what I'm on for
Tell the promoters that they gotta put me on more
I'm like an elevator stoppin' at the wrong floor
I ain't got no regrets, if I did have a set
It would be that I never flew Concorde
Now my flow is complete 'cah I don't want no raasclaat beat
[Hook]
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
How bad do you want it?
Do you really, really want it?
Do you really, really want it?
If you want it then I'm on it
Courtesy of https://genius.com/Dizzee-rascal-the-other-side-lyrics