Leisure Songtext
von Dizzee Rascal

But I do it at my leisure
I do it at my leisure, I make it look easy
I do it at my leisure, you breddas can′t see me
I do it at my leisure, I couldn't give a toss man
I do it at my leisure ′cause I'm my own boss man

Everybody's chatting, I don′t see nobody backing
I just see a lot of acting and I see a lot of slacking
Personally, I think the streets are lacking
Decency attack ′cause there's no unity or honour among thieves
And that′s a fact

Now everybody's hyping over crack and hyping over gats
Seeing the tacker′s on the tap but now they call it black on black
I know they kids are facing life for everything they hear in rap
And this conspiracy, that is a trap but really it's just crap
I′m proper gat, no nothing more, so please nevermind the bollocks
Forget about hoes and trollops and the pimps that give a wallop


Even though it's controversial when there's nothing sweet about it
This time is so commercial, there ain′t nothing street about it
So forget about it, get up off your high horse, live a little
Live a little, if not, give my balls a tickle
′Cause it's only entertainment and I do it for the pleasure
Of course I do it for the payment but I do it at my leisure

I do it at my leisure, I make it look easy
I do it at my leisure, you breddas can′t see me
I do it at my leisure, I couldn't give a toss man
I do it at my leisure ′cause I'm my own boss man

Get breddas always saying, "Keep it real, keep it real"
Running around the streets or running their mouth a lot, they need to chill
Actin′ like they need to kill to get a mill' to get a bill
Get rich or die tryin', that′s the way they claim to feel
But they didn′t die rich, now they start cryin'
Layin′ in the bottom part, dreamin' of the world outside

Surrounded by the hard kids, lunatics and idiots
Actin′ like they're mental, go to jail, it was deliberate
Same old story when they get released
When they was a child they was a beast, North, South, West, East, man
Knew they was the dime, fuck the police, man
Death to all snitches, where′s the gash? Pass the weed man


Same grit as tellin' me I need to keep it G, man
Say I turned soft and sold out, what, me man?
Got the cheek to question what I do, but whatever
I make the people bounce and I do it at my leisure

I do it at my leisure, I make it look easy
I do it at my leisure, you breddas can't see me
I do it at my leisure, I couldn′t give a toss man
I do it at my leisure ′cause I'm my own boss man

Don′t need no rubber dog, don't need no west-end club
Cheap scrub, tried to holler at me acting like it′s love
Fake fucks, say they claiming blood, say they claiming crip
No rap sheet on their ear, lots of bullshit coming out their lips

Stupid girls surrounded, acting like they're down with it
When it goes down they′re nowhere to be found 'cause they ain't down for shit
I see the party show up and I see the crowd spin
Certain corporates aren′t ashamed to claim it, like they′re proud of it

Saw the bodies layin' on the floor, life stolen from their eyes
Everybody acting like he′s not surprised
Tomorrow's another day, they move on to just socialise
You know the saying, thoughts don′t ever die, they multiply

I try to keep it localised but I'm international
There′s nothing in the ghetto I ain't seen, I guess it's natural
When you′re finished tryna rep your ends will fly together
Until that day I′m easy, bluff, I do it at my leisure

I do it at my leisure, I make it look easy
I do it at my leisure, you breddas can't see me
I do it at my leisure, I couldn′t give a toss man
I do it at my leisure 'cause I′m my own boss man