Match Fit Lyrics – Dizzee Rascal

Yeah, uh

Fantastic
The way I jump on the riddim, so drastic
You’re not special, you’re a spastic
And your Dad should’ve wore a prophylactic
Mr. Boombastic, I’m match fit
I’m top three on my own, that’s a hat-trick
What’s my tactic? They brought that fu*k you energy, I matched it
Everybody wants smoke, I attract it
It’s like they can’t accept that I smacked it
I was a (??), a skinny little black s*it, but I backed it

I punched Mega in the face and he stacked it
Had him sitting on his arse like a fat s*it
Nobody ever mentions that s*it
Every time I turn around, some useless bat-s*it n!ggas wanna chat s*it
’cause they’re past it
I mean past it
S*it on you ba*tards, piss on it after
Wicked and darker
Happiness and laughter
That’s how I feel, I’m a young rich master
That’s how I feel when I’m sitting on a charter
If I was broke, I’d still be a father
But I ain’t and it’s twenty years on and I still got the same old drama
Can’t trust these b!tches, they’ll harm you
Have you on the news, tryna make your life harder
What a disaster
Like the industry tryna discard you
Some blown-up petty little saga
I like being stuck off ends with no wallet and charger
I ain’t tryna downplay domestic violence
I can tell my side or I can stick with silence
’cause I can’t be arsed

Yeah, I got the itis
And I drive my car like I don’t want a license

I don’t need advice, I don’t want your guidance
I’m just tryna fly to a private island
No, not that island, not the kind with minors
Don’t take my kindness for some kind of blindness
I’m still outside, I ain’t hard to find
You d!ck-riders better shimmy aside or just high five
Or call me Your Highness like King Midas
King Leonidas or King Kong
I’m like Don King, with the prize fighters
I’m a east-sider, I don’t think they like me
I don’t like ’em either
I was still the guy when I was on the fly
Getting passed around like a cheap cider
Not the Pied Piper, but you can’t deny
I light up the cypher

I light up your life, I’m like the Black MacGyver
I’m a black tiger
No suit and tie, but I’m a saucy guy
I’m like slip-slide, on all bald tyres
I’m a sole survivor, can’t gas up me
I’m a course denier, that’s a one-liner
I should re-design, I mean re-route
I mean just ignore it, it’s irrevelant
I was tryna be witty, I’m not intelligent
If Diddy was white, he’ll be the president
I’m addressing the elephant, I’m in my element
With no speech impediment
I should leave it alone, it’s evident
It’s like Reacher, tryna preach to the Reverend
I got a flow so cold, I’m malevolant