Lyrics of 'This Means War (featuring Dabbla)' by Rizzle Kicks

Estate war
What you got an aggy face for?
We carry eggs it's not just life that we claim's raw
Taking advantage of the days without rainpour
We remain poor, so wait pause incase your face falls foul to the product of fowl
We like to cage more
Don't be a chicken
See me I'm feasably different
To the kids on my estate who like to beef and not listen
I had a sweet disposition
But I was still weak to convincing
Ask your mum for 50p then mischievously buy eggs
And believe it will be it that they're bricking
They being the kids from the other estate
Not rivals in the sense that we hate
Just rivals in the sense to get egged in the face
It was pleasant if you were below the age of 8
Only God knows if it was the catalyst for something less blase

Rizzle Kicks:
So let the games begin
Man I jumped in head first
An expert with that legwork a dead cert for that net worth
Yes sir
Yeah no matter how little respect earnt
When I'd get burnt by the olders
They'd be hoping I would get tripping
Now they're bed ridden and I bed women
Have sex with them, Cowgirl
Bed ridden, Yeah sinning
Head spinning with our live set
And guys blinded by rep
Kinda wish that I was less driven

Rizzle Kicks:
I won't fall
I'm no fool
I won't fall
I'm no fool
This means war
This means war
This means war
This means yeah

I'm no fool
I won't fall
I'm no fool
I won't fall
This means war
This means war
This means war
This means

Rizzle Kicks:
Ay yo I take no prisoners
Take note scribble this
Brain flow limitless
Safe though listen in
I was digging away on minimum wage
Thinking of ways to position my face
Like what's going on
Teachers thought my potential was wasted
Hey kids it's all about faith in what you're making
I need more than these pre written pages
And hormones make me want girls to get naked
I don't want a bad bitch
I want a chick that will slap a guy if he calls her a bad bitch
That's it
I don't wanna glamourize this
If you do it well I think that your standards might slip
Up for a challenge
Head fully balanced
You and who's army I reckon I'll manage
Let em all have it
Homegrown talent
Yeah
So let the games begin

Dabbla:
Oi listen though
Yeah I don't even carry a weapon I got bars
Ain't rocking any tatoos but I got scars
Whole game's going berserk like it's not ours
Motherfuckers overlooking the work
I'm like Cha
Seriously can't fuck with the style or you'll get burnt
Go on drag me back in the battle and get learnt
I know a stack of rappers who act like a wet perm
But when the time comes for getting it live (they just weren't)
A younger generation look at the game and it's all thugged out
Their bugged out, their running their dumb mouth like
Oiii
Feel free to hate on the way that this shits turned out
They're burned out shame that you weren't down but BOYYY
Against all odds I blaze you bods
While you sit and reminisce about the days you was
It made you what
See the way you played yourself it's odd
So let the games begin

Mikill Pane:
Yeah boy mama didn't raise one
Been ill since phase one
Ya get I
Rizzle Kicks
Dabbler
Go fuck yourself
So let the games begin