Stand Up Tall (a cappella) Songtext
von Dizzee Rascal

Stand up tall

Raskit boy in the Corner, I still Roll Deep
Young star gimme the beat and let me prove
London City forever, you know I still creep
Ain′t no stoppin' me ever, your best move
Live O Ghetto, I rep it with no redemption
Worldwide critics acclaim I′m big news
Showtime main event you can't defeat
Dizzee Ras, not on your Nelly, I can't lose

East side boy, I make the paper rise
Never been anythin′ like these faker guys
Big up my north-west, south-east ties
Every section where my connection lies
East side boy I make the crowd go loops
Never had a desire for shiny suits (nope)
Big up my Midlands, up north troops
Any place my face gathers up groups


Get your backs up, backs up, back off the wall
Sounds of the young star and Dizzee Rascal
Don′t give it half-hearted, give it all
Pull up your socks and stand up tall
Backs up, backs up, back off the wall
Sounds of the young star and Dizzee Rascal
Don't give it half-hearted, give it all
Pull up your socks and stand up tall

You can′t run the marathon without trainin'
Or stretch the art form without strainin′
Too much hype, not enough brainin'
Whole lot of money, little maintainin′
Whole lot of complainin', no plan (what?)
Little more, no less than ten grand
Blingin', ice sittin′ nice in your hand
Too much platinum, not enough land

East side boy, I make the paper rise
Never been anythin′ like these faker guys
Big up my Ireland, Scotland ties
Every section where my connection lies
East side boy, I made the crowd go loops
Never had a desire for shiny suits (nope)
Big up my Europe, USA troops
Any place my face gathers up groups


Get your backs up, backs up, back off the wall
Sounds of the young star and Dizzee Rascal
Don't give it half-hearted, give it all
Pull up your socks and stand up tall
Backs up, backs up, back off the wall
Sounds of the young star and Dizzee Rascal
Don′t give it half-hearted, give it all
Pull up your socks and stand up tall

To my east-side crew, get paper
To my west-side crew, get paper
To my south-side crew, get paper
I tell the player hater, "See you later"
To my north-side crew, get paper
To my midlands crew, get paper
To my up north crew, get paper
I tell the player hater, "See you later"
(Dizzee Rascal, -livest, loudest, dirtiest, grimiest)
(Most hot, Dirtee Stank, London, stand up tall)

Don't be silly, come with your milly, I′m like Billy
Don't be dumb, come with your -, I ain′t fun
When I come I'm comin' to stun, you get bunned
Midnight, broad daylight fight, dogfight
You don′t really want it with Dizzee, I get busy
You don′t really want me to pop, I get fizzy
Real fizzy bill up a zoot, we smoke whizzy
He knows, she knows, we're tough negros

Forever ready and I′ll be ready forever
You don't wanna try a ting, I′ll put holes in your leather
So please never ever try-try and be clever
I'll be wettin′ MC's like rainy weather
To the two faced, get your screw face laced in
Get chased and get placed in the bin
Get a slicin', batterin′, workin′
Dizzee boy, don't stop ′til it's hurtin′

Get your backs up, backs up, back off the wall
Sounds of the young star and Dizzee Rascal
Don't give it half-hearted, give it all
Pull up your socks and stand up tall
Backs up, backs up, back off the wall
Sounds of the young star and Dizzee Rascal
Don′t give it half-hearted, give it all
Pull up your socks and stand up tall