Текст песни Learn - Dizzee Rascal

Yeah, yeah
High, the mic's very loud
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like who the fuck are you?
Yeah, who the fuck are you?
Is it recording, yeah?
Yeah, y'all look

I come direct when I inject and I'm expecting your respect
I'm a baller you've been chucked in
And I'm the kind of kid you can't protect you know
Out and about I put my elbow in your mouth
You're a fussy there's no doubt
I bet my sword will make you shout

I'm intense, you best see sense, I'll have you hanging from a fence
Then I'll laugh at your expense and maybe chuck you fifty pence
Snitch, you make me switch, you sound and look just like a bitch
Whether you're poor or whether you're rich, I'll leave you lying in the ditch

'Cause I'm from ragged-raggo rags, you wear raggo rags like me
I'm ahead boy, I ain't in tune, rappin' raggo rapidly
We easily be the worst, bust academics first
Batty crew M.C.'s get academically reversed

I'm academically perverse, academically perverted
Batty crew M.C.'s get academically diverted
Some return, we clearly get burnt, get hurt
Until they realise they should of academically of flirted

You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time
But you can come to the man and get jacked
Come to the man and get pill
Come to the man and get shot
Come to the man and get killed

We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse, go and get your crew
If you can't back that arms Ouse, who the fuck are you?
We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse, go and get your firm
If they don't wanna listen then we better make them learn

Raised in the gutter, I was told I should fight
I create and cause confusion from the left to the right
I'm sweet as a nut, I'm doing alright, cosy and comfortable
Still I try and avoid the sergeant, P.C and the constable

Raised in the gutter I was told I should bop
I create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top
I'm doing okay, I will honestly say this year I'm flying through
I could easily find myself in jail but I ain't trying to

I keep it clear in front, relax with the pressure
I'm dirty and I'm stank but ain't nobody fresher
My haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care
When it comes to my location they would love to be aware

But I could be in the manor, could be overseas
Could well be definitely making peace
Could be live at Wembley warming up for Jay-Z
Still I'm definitely certain that you can't see me

You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime
You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time
But you can come to the man and get jacked
Come to the man and get pill
Come to the man and get shot
Come to the man and get killed

We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse go and get your crew
If you can't back that arms Ouse, who the fuck are you?
We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse, go and get your firm
If they don't wanna listen then you better make them learn