• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Graftin' - Dizzee Rascal
• Graviton - Orange Goblin
• Griftin' - Jesse Camp
• Grave Within - Fleshpress

So what you thinkin bout london city now aye, Who dya city love
West London, South London.
Im the london hustler a golden grind, grind. Young hustlers we graft all the time dawn or dark,
non stop UK walk.
Yo as a hustler in the city before i came to stack lord knows i got the devil on ma back so call
when i gotta stay on track dog e god and i'll stay if u like in the LD and what i done to attract
calm that i can show u where its at first things first get a block n a flat next up get a black
hoodie n a hat livin in the big brothers camera view givin my axe to the boys in blue. straight 5
years gettin caught thats you, sittin in the cell still wonderin who dont keep quiet n keep it on
a diet ask ur self wot bout steve *** not stu. pissed off with not alot to do and the word on the
street dont ever seem new and resistin arrest dont even seem true endless heart who do u believe
n will it ever relieve the lonleyness lets see if u remain convinced on my u know what the
streets are like a few more words a couple more rages other than that not alot else changes.
Sky looks green
London city wish they graftin cos were gritty
*hustle hustle hustle, hustle hustle hustle cos there means
Sky looks green
London city wish they graftin cos were gritty
i used to roll your money up against the wall whenever i played hopscotch, well im clinical
parkin life cos im back in the white mans cotch im bein doin this since papa ? i dont want any
boy in my face invadin my space or bring on star and WATCH!
I'll end your hours on the clock i'll end your days u'll think im crazed when i give u big black
clock end ur sentence...full stop.
Now what you gonna say about gats i kno ur platinum or not ur fought all ur rhymes on spot but
im probably everythin that ur not. Ur totally mad you've lost the plot do u even concider gettin
me gone carried off to a hospital like a shot ontop of a table ? i'll dictate n relagate whos
heavyweight im king on the ring make music instinct u kno i do everythiiin.
Sky looks green
London city wish they graftin cos were gritty
*hustle hustle hustle, hustle hustle hustle cos there means
Sky looks green
London city wish they graftin cos were gritty
Damn right yeh
young hustlers london city stand up
ama show u its gritty out ere
ye man serious...
u beta know you betta understand
its Dizzee Rascal SOLO
IM ERE WOT!
everyone stand up
Dizzee rascal GIZZA BELL!

[Instrumental]

Make shift women I bet you know em
Off the bus babies I gotta show them
Shit flinging addictz just sit and take it
Casting couch cushions you wanna make it
Scammin 'n' hammin underneath the Hollywood sign
Silicone prayerz pleaze try to answer in time
Coked out addictz on the socializing scene
Fakers and phonies screen testing your dreams
Oh, they all know the names, sleazin, scammin, sliding
into backstage
Oh, we're really all the same, griftin our way into
fame
Back door johnies - they will surround you
VIP bouncers - they wanna pound you
the suits and the snakes blowing collagene kisses
to the palm tree pussy with plastiscene wishes
Oh, they all know the names, sleazin, scammin, sliding
into backstage
Oh, we're really all the same, griftin our way into
fame
So don't burn out schizoiding out, in your frontin'
money disguizin'
Cause I sold out my farm before realizing the score
Just flimmin and flammin', skimmin' and scammin', here
comes the pigeon now
So cut him and gut him, loot him + boot him cause
they're all just puppy chow

Eternal craving for solitude,
Paranoid existence.
Nothing left but darkest thoughts,
Suicidal emotions...
Tormented soul
Grave within
Abyss of mind
Endless void
Hateful visions
Forever torturing
In total solitude
Of the abyss...