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letra de do you - dizraeli and downlow

[intro:]
ring the gun, twat the calabash
dance the dance in the sun, listen

[verse 1:]
so back to base, we didn’t grow up on an astral plane
we acted ways and went to matches up at ashton gate
what a weird way to waste a saturday, bongs and bad booze
sammy got a bristol city robin tattoo, but what did that prove?
we needed identity, seeded skunk trees and i mc’d and
some of us sold pills and some of us talked shit, double time
crew called click stepped into sunlight
some of us spit raps and some of us dj’d
all of us did tags and tic-tac’d the d-line, or skate and ride
we worshiped danny wainwright
we raved nights away and surfaced from the cave light
buzzing light a hive of bees in a spinning tempest
swore in the millennium ten of us in the city centre
and there were fights everywhere, man, this shit’s relentless
headless chicken-type for c-ckfights, sniffing bensons
not smith ‘n’ westons’ still though, this isn’t brooklyn
but you will still get dogged up if you’re different looking
i was long-haired with paint-spattered cords
they called me jitters, still i spat and craved that applause
and the disrespect they gave me only made me practice more
took some hits to the stomach, became a matador
a mean murker, keen learner, shirked shifts to bt
to be a proper team worker, washing dishes at the hospital
i even served burgers up at cotham school!
pushed the scene further, never seen a person want it more
we put time in and nights on and loved it until they loved us back
back before the trendies and their custom caps
and practised up at cabot tower ’cause the wind there made you feel…
x factor never had the same appeal
knowing simon cowell wouldn’t walk in with a major deal
made us wu tang it deeper than a navy seal
think that was method man, whatever man, it’s dopeness
spoke it ’til we owned it and came back with a depth of focus
aperture wide open, i come with the camera steady
a growing talent and the life hunger that hasn’t left me
and i don’t promise to be strong but i promise to be always honest
give you little truths with the force of prophecy
seeing all i got is me, and all you got is you
i speak my truth, you do what you got to do
less of the judging man, lest you be judged in the same court
for all your flawed sets of -ssumptions, it’s unbecoming
seeing all i got is me, and all you got is you
i’ll speak my truth, you do what you got to do
but do you

[bridge:]
just do you, just do you, just you do you, just you do you
there’s nothing else left to do
… look around, time is short
… downlow

[chorus sample:]
put a stamp on it, put a stamp on it, put a stamp on it
i’m on my mission to be…

[pre verse:]
all change
who’s on the bells? (evelyn glennie man)
evelyn glennie, evelyn glennie on the bells

[verse 2:]
so who’d have thought, all the bad kids became the troubadours
used to fours-up f-gs and bun a zoot before school started
i suppose it’s all part of growing up
you learn to keep your focus sharp and your heart close to love
foolhardy youngsters, forever forcing forwards
we craved summers, maths felt long as august
and august never long enough
i always held on to stuff too long, whether zoots or lauren’s love
the first times are hard, the best, ‘innit boys?
like the first time i cleared the steps up at little lloyds’
first time getting past bouncers into sweaty clubs
necking drugs, wishing i was there where the mc was
we bust just because we must bust, it’s urgent
sometimes the fuzz busted us but we earned it
buzzcuts and dusty pumps, fuck trucks and surf chicks
the first kiss was mucky but the first e was fucking perfect
life was too gorgeous, we carried on like a tribe of goons, lawless
that august, we lost something good that month
but don’t look back, never look back
come on, august
life was too gorgeous, we carried on like a tribe of goons, lawless
that august, we lost something good that month
but don’t look back, never look back once

[chorus sample:]
put a stamp on it, put a stamp on it, put a stamp on it
i’m on my mission to be…

[outro:]
dizraeli on the mic
dj downlow on the turntable
we’re in it for the long haul
cab talloway on the… horny parts

- dizraeli and downlow

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