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
goin crazy
Dizzee Rascal Lyrics
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Wake up in the afternoon
Cover up the mirror
Just to get a better view
Been around the world and never even left the room
And I, I can't figure out
Why? So I just scream and shout
I believe I'm going crazy
Going crazy, going crazy
I believe I'm losing my mind
Everybody's looking at me, but I don't see them
Living for the weekend, caught in the deep end
Tryin'a tread water, do it for my unborn daughter
Lamb to the slaughter, life's getting shorter
Tryin'a get high off a quarter
I'm fly in a saucer, my life is a corker
Star, pop bottles, date top models
Middle finger in the air, not a care, going full throttle
Where's the love though?
Nobody cares about that, where's the club?
Where's the drugs though? Front row
Follow the flow, Megaupload
Feel the adrenaline rush, who's the mug though? I don't know
I, I can't figure out
Why?
So I just scream and shout?
I believe, I believe, I believe
I believe I'm going crazy
Going crazy, going crazy
I believe I'm losing my mind
Living in a bubble, my life is a puzzle
I'm caught in the rubble, now pass me a shovel
Now pass me a shot, and make it a double
I'm a whole lot of trouble and I don't do subtle
It's all or nothing, I don't wanna juggle
No crabs in a bucket, I don't wanna huddle
I've got my own name, tryn'a figure out the whole game
Going insane, 150 in the slow lane
Getting ahead of myself
I'm already thinking how can I better myself
Should I be somebody else? Should I be pacing myself?
I'm high as a rocket, and if I get too carried away
There would be no one to stop it
I, I can't figure out
Why?
So I just scream and shout?
I believe, I believe, I believe
I believe I'm going crazy
Going crazy, going crazy
I believe I'm losing my mind
Tryin'a get a hold of
Tryin'a get a hold of you
Tryin'a get control of
Tryin'a get control of me
I believe, I believe, I believe
I believe I'm going crazy
Going crazy, going crazy
I believe I'm losing my mind
In "Goin' Crazy", Dizzee Rascal and Robbie Williams reflect upon the madness of the world and the pressures of fame as they seemingly lose their grip on reality. The opening lines of the song, "Every single morning, wake up in the afternoon, cover up the mirror just to get a better view", suggest a sense of disassociation from oneself and everyday life. The lyrics then go on to express a fear of losing control, with lines like "Living in a bubble, my life is a puzzle, I'm caught in the rubble, now pass me a shovel", indicating a struggle to make sense of the chaos.
In the chorus, Dizzee and Williams repeatedly declare "I believe I'm going crazy, going crazy, going crazy, I believe I'm losing my mind", hinting at a sense of desperation and a need for help. The song further delves into the pressures of fame, with lines like "Star, pop bottles, date top models, middle finger in the air, not a care, going full throttle". The final lines, "Tryin'a get a hold of you, Tryin'a get control of me", suggest a desire to regain a sense of grounding and control amidst the madness.
Overall, "Goin' Crazy" deals with themes of dissociation, fame, and the potential spiral into madness that can come with it.
Line by Line Meaning
Every single morning
Every day starts anew
Wake up in the afternoon
I sleep late and wake up late
Cover up the mirror
I avoid looking at myself
Just to get a better view
So that I don't have to see my reflection
Been around the world and never even left the room
I feel like I'm stuck in one place
And I, I can't figure out
I'm confused and lost
Why? So I just scream and shout
I express my frustration by yelling
I believe, I believe, I believe
I have faith that
I believe I'm going crazy
I think I'm losing my mind
Going crazy, going crazy
Becoming increasingly unstable
I believe I'm losing my mind
I'm afraid I'm going insane
Everybody's looking at me, but I don't see them
I feel like people are watching, but I don't acknowledge them
Living for the weekend, caught in the deep end
I'm just trying to survive until the weekend
Tryin'a tread water, do it for my unborn daughter
I'm trying to stay afloat, for the sake of my future child
Lamb to the slaughter, life's getting shorter
I feel like I'm helpless and my time is running out
Tryin'a get high off a quarter
I'm trying to get high off drugs
I'm fly in a saucer, my life is a corker
I feel like I'm on top of the world
Star, pop bottles, date top models
Living the high life
Middle finger in the air, not a care, going full throttle
I don't care about anything, I'm just living in the moment
Where's the love though?
Why is love so hard to find?
Nobody cares about that, where's the club?
No one cares about love, they just want to party
Where's the drugs though? Front row
Where can I find drugs? Let me be first in line
Follow the flow, Megaupload
Go with the crowd, do what everyone else is doing
Feel the adrenaline rush, who's the mug though? I don't know
I feel alive and don't care about the consequences
Living in a bubble, my life is a puzzle
I feel like I'm isolated and my life is confusing
I'm caught in the rubble, now pass me a shovel
I'm stuck in a bad situation and need a way out
Now pass me a shot, and make it a double
Give me a drink, and make it strong
I'm a whole lot of trouble and I don't do subtle
I'm a wild and unpredictable person
It's all or nothing, I don't wanna juggle
I don't want to balance multiple things at once
No crabs in a bucket, I don't wanna huddle
I don't want to be held back by others
I've got my own name, tryn'a figure out the whole game
I want to make a name for myself and understand the world
Going insane, 150 in the slow lane
I'm losing my mind and doing reckless things
Getting ahead of myself
Thinking too far ahead
I'm already thinking how can I better myself
Always looking to improve
Should I be somebody else? Should I be pacing myself?
Questioning my identity and my choices
I'm high as a rocket, and if I get too carried away
I'm on a high and might take it too far
There would be no one to stop it
No one to intervene
Tryin'a get a hold of
Trying to reach out to
Tryin'a get a hold of you
Trying to talk to you
Tryin'a get control of
Trying to manage
Tryin'a get control of me
Trying to manage my life
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: TIM ANDERSON, DYLAN KWABENA MILLS, JAMIN WILCOX
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