[Chorus: Mike Skinner & Dizzee Rascal]
Smash the show, glass on the go
Geezers like "Whoa" (Roll Deep crew)
Smash the show, glass on the go
Let's push things forward (Live on The Streets)
(2000-and-slew) Smash the show, glass on the go
Let's push things forward (Realness, huh)
Smash the show, glass on the go
Geezers like "Whoa", oi ([?])

[Verse 1: [?]]
This man is too jacked
Can't kick the cats out the flats
All of little use, I got gats, but don't watch that
'Cause I got a compact, double impact
In fact, my whole crew strapped
How ya like that?
Everybody splat when I kick off the back door
Are you lookin' for a fat jaw?
Do I have to get the hacksaw and make your back sore?

[Verse 2: [?]]
Low key, yeah, four by four
Thought he was raw in a lyrical war
Now he laying on the floor, sore
Come in the front, left out the back door
Them boy can't fuck about no more
Can't chat shit no more
Can't feel sweet no more
Why? 'Cause he's laying on the floor, sore
And on the rhythm, I'm raw
[Interlude: Mike Skinner]
Oi, oi, oi
Bring it back, yeah?
Bring it back

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Smash the show, glass on the go
Geezers like "Whoa", oi
Smash the show, glass on the go
Let's push things forward
Smash the show, glass on the go
Let's push things forward

[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]
Streets ain't gettin' lighter
Boydem are gettin tighter
You might get shot for a gun-shaped lighter
Not once, not twice, not three, not four, not five
But six or a cigarette lighter shaped as a [?]
Now they got guns, so they don't need sticks
My mother with one less child in bits
I'll never obey the law, boydem are pricks

[Verse 4: [?]]
Steppin' out of line in the streets, receive a mout' box
Don't really matter if you've got French crop
Plaits, locks, baldy head or a box
We'll get banged up, you may as well take rocks
Steppin' out of line in the streets, get battered
Teeth get shattered, crew get splattered
It don't matter whoever you bring down
Whoever you bring down, know that I swing round
[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Smash the show, glass on the go
Geezers like "Whoa", oi
Smash the show, glass on the go
Let's push things forward
Smash the show, glass on the go
Let's push things forward
Smash the show, glass on the go
Geezers like "Whoa", oi

[Verse 5: Wiley]
Ha, when I was a kid I didn't really wanna back it
And now I am a G, got no choice to back it
And Roll Deep are real, you can't talk mackie
Know a lot of people who chat it but don't back it, can't hack it
They shouldn't be here
Can't stack it? They shouldn't be here
So real in here, we ever come fair
My clothes wear and tear, don't trust what you hear
You a fool if you can't hear
You can't hear if your brain ain't in gear
You can't hear if you're chattin' shit over there
You can't hear? That's when I'm givin' you ear
You can't hear? Then I know you shouldn't be here
I'm makin' it clear, I'm takin' it where? You're takin' it there
I'm takin' it to the ghetto 'cause I still live there
I like it here, I'm lovin' it there, it's real here
Can you see me in the clear? I'm like a mountain bear, yo
[Verse 6: Mike Skinner]
Oi, oi, oi, come in the back exit
Tax next Beck's where mans has just left it
Oi, she nah flex wit, so get a box for my wit
Keep low, dance solo, whoa, avoid the scary folk
Pill [?], 's no joke, all fallin' over in the smoke

[Verse 7: [?]]
I used to be a sinner
Had to turn around and be a smart man, champagne blinger
Doorbell ringer with the one-night flinger
'Cause the real chef man be the winner, yo
Get myself together, that's what the big Wiley Kat told me
Do music, the streets can't hold we
You're old and lonely, your shit be on safety
You better saddle up a rag quick, hasty

[Verse 8: Biggie Pitbull]
Remember, the limbs aren't breakable
The jewels ain't young, they're take-able
You won't even get a slap, you're shakeable
Your girl's lies on a slag face, make-able
To you, your lyrics aren't aim-able
To me, you're a prick and a flame-able
I bet you thought my flow was available
I'm Roll Deep, so you're not blameable

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Smash the show, glass on the go
Geezers like "Whoa", oi
Smash the show, glass on the go
Let's push things forward
Smash the show, glass on the go
Let's push things forward
Smash the show, glass on the go
Geezers like "Whoa", oi

[Outro: Mike Skinner]
I'm gone
Oi, that's it, I'm gone
I've had too much brandy
I got the shakes
That's it