Mosh Pit

[Produced by Rick Rock, Chase & Status] [Verse 1: Tinie Tempah] Oh my golly gosh, shit, I think I lost it I be what they talking ’bout and why they gossip This for them ghetto kids and them posh kids I make ‘em turn their speakers up a couple notches Them Jordan Spizikes on my feet looking spotless I be on that heavy metal wave and that rock shit Bitch I’m thirty thousand feet meet me in my cockpit I be in the middle of a motherfuckin’ mosh pit Living kinda lavish Fashion week in Milan, fashion week in Paris Everyday I’m fucking some one different on my mattress I be one night standing I ain’t tryna be romantic Yeah they call me Tinie but I’m bout to be gigantic It’s a madness every single time I’m landing back in Stanstead Did my thing up at the Brits and now I’m eyeing up the Grammys The music got me moshing like I’m angry [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Mind over matter You ain’t even on my level you don’t even matter Mind over matter You ain’t even on my level you don’t even matter Where my fucking mosh pit? Where my fucking mosh pit? Where my fucking mosh pit? Where my fucking mosh pit? [Dizzee Rascal] Oi watch how I handle this like ONG back Pure elbows Mind out mind out mind out [Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal] Rocking a roley, got my dick on your girlfriend's shoulder And I’m far from sober, ain’t nobody controlling or holding me I’m breaking the law breaking the law, see me in a mosh pit step to me What are you waiting for? What are you hating for? All I do is back beef, what do you cater for? Worldwide jet setter, I’m gonna take a tour You’re gonna date a whore She’s gonna take you for a fifty fifty with that bullshit miss me Got a pocket full of pounds and they’re extra crispy Top boy in my town you can check the history I’m a stone cold bredder and I’m extra misty And I fight like a gypsy, flier than a six speed Going somewhere fly where the chicks be Keep a couple high bredders with me Roll up the spliff, take a hit of this piff G quickly Now I’m rolling stoned and I’m in my zone I’m a east side bredder yeah that’s my home Its the land of the hammers better watch your tone You don’t wanna see me put a hammer in your dome I’m Iron Maiden you breeders are fading I’m running this game what the hell are you playing What the hell are you saying And my crew come through balls on parade And you don’t wanna be brave, you just wanna behave And all I wanna do is kick back in the Caymans But I don’t mind killing you for entertainment Nobody can save ya, call Jesus Christ or just change your life You ain’t playing alright cos you ain’t the type Don’t know why you wanna be up in the hype When I’m in the mosh pit all day and night Don’t chat to me if you ain’t ready to fight, alright? [Hook]