Flippin' chicken

A spot of bad luck for the producers of Sounds Like Friday Night in this week's edition on BBC1. Foul-mouthed Liam Gallagher dropped out with voice trouble. They opted for late replacement Dizzee Rascal - who freestyled a few 'f' words into the lyrics of his sub-Keatsian ode, 'Bop 'n keep it dippin', way before the watershed. Host 'Uncle' Greg James had to apologise.  (Come back later for the audience figures).

Bop ’n keep it dippin’ dippin’
Bop ’n keep it dippin’ dippin’
Bop ’n keep it dippin’ dippin’
In the manor I ain’t slippin’, nah
Bop ’n keep it dippin’ dippin’
Bop ’n keep it dippin’ dippin’
Bop ’n keep it dippin’ dippin’
Cos these man are always flippin’ (switchin’)
Bop ’n keep it dippin’ dippin’
Bop ’n keep it dippin’ dippin’ Bop ’n keep it dippin’
I ain’t flippin’ over no chicken (no)
Bop ’n keep it dippin’ dippin’
Bop ’n keep it dippin’ dippin’
Bop ’n keep it dippin’ cos the manor’s unforgivin’ (trust)

Jack the lad
Jack an’ nab
Had to snatch and grab
I was black and sad
Couldn’t even catch a cab
Sittin’ in the pad
Thinkin’ I was bad
Like a chav
I was savvy
Had the gab
I was shabby
Never had the swag
GAP jacket turned into a bag
It was fab
Just a slightly dodgy fad
At the time it was the greatest swag I had
Old dear used to nag
Every time I brought a slag into the pad
I was glad
Caught the clap
I couldn’t blag
I wave the flag
Now I wrap it when I shag

Listenin’ to makaveli
Thinkin’ I was rags
With my rag
Sippin Alizé
Not the Hennessey
It made me gag
Now I’m older
Thug Passion really sounds like just a dodgy porno mag
That is not a jab
Let the critics take a stab
Birds tellin’ me I’m drab cos I don’t dab
Thought by now I’d be a dad
With a WAG
Caught me cheatin’ on my stag
Still it’s better than a bucket full of angry crabs

Jammin’ at Jalil’s
With his brother Bills
Back when rap was all about the skills
Cannabis, sticky fingers, Eminem and Cyprus Hill
Had the time to kill
Sit and chill
Debate about who had the sickest verse
Who your favourite was and who was ill
Strictly for the thrill
Yeah I’m Dylan but they used to call me Dyl
Before the the deal
Mr Mills fell in love with Natalie
She had a wavy pair of lils
Gave me chills but she was crazy
Always all up in my grill
No she wasn’t from the grill
She was Bajan then occasionally
Brought her bredrin down from Gypsy Hill
Who I really didn’t feel
If I had to keep it absolutely real
Then she didn’t feel me either
Doubt she’ll leave me in her will
Went to PFC and watched my bredrin jump up on the counters
Stab the boss across the till
It was probably over nil
Overkill
Must have dropped a dodgy pill
This is not a bloody drill
Somebody call the ambulance
The bloods about to spill

Petty crimes
Peak times
Back when creed and unknown
MC Pied Piper went to number one with good rhymes
So Solid next it was a good sign
More Fire blew
But Heartless crew they had the good vibes I was in my boiler suit
On the grind
Cookin’ grime
On the champagne dance shoot
Thinkin’ I was lookin’ fine
Saw the rise and the decline
The extortion and the devils on the sidelines
Bitchin’cos they couldn’t get the shine
It was deep and I could peep
They tried to creep up from behind
Talkin’ ‘bout they want a piece
So I went and bought a piece
It was a (nine)
Told myself nobody’s ever takin’ mine
 I’ll go blind if they ever cross the line
But I never wanted pressure from the swine
Got me thinkin’ bout my struggles
And the mountain that I had to climb I will not rewind
Plus I’m barely in my prime
Got me switchin’ up my line
Relocated off the ends
I was bored but got my piece of mind