"Worst Winter for six point nine years... Just one imperial deez warcannon a day can overspin your lid... Even still, we throne!” 🔥 Verse 1 Back in the day, it was simpler, bruv — With just a tenbag of deez, and you’d lift right off. Potent deez fumes, all aboard the diesel roadtrain for this ride, We'd circle the block where the lowbeats hide. Extreme Diesel haze turning up everyone to summon, Fumes so extreme, made your brain go numb. Binning it through the cracks where the resin drips, Now it’s a tenner for barely a gram for any diesel trips. 🎛️ Chorus (chant with scratches echoing keywords) Back in the dayyyyy (SCRATCH “deez!”) Tenner could get us throned all day (SCRATCH “gas!”) Now they tax every drag (SCRATCH “egg!”) Still we spin out to the rave (SCRATCH "lid!”) Tenner could set it off right (SCRATCH “fess!”) A massive lid, spark it, ignite! (SCRATCH “spin!”) Fuelin' the deez by night (SCRATCH “rave!”) Throne never lost our sight (SCRATCH “deez!”) 🔁 Hook (catchy looped chant, scratched call/response layering) 🎤 “Tenner for deez... that was life!” → (SCRATCH: “DEEZ! DEEZ! DEEZ!”) 🎤 “Diesel overthrone, no strife.” → (SCRATCH: “Spin it!”) 🎤 “Now it’s rationed and cold.” → (SCRATCH: “Overspin!”) 🎤 “But the throne still holds.” → (SCRATCH: “Hold up!”) 🌫️ Bridge (euphoric haze – delivery spaced out, almost whispered) A spark of the lid and the deckwheels ignite, The Dieselman of rave in the deez-fuelled night. Ten quid dreams, the Turboman does deem Ten quid dreams for our diesel regime. We're going down! You remember? No app, no QR code — We were rich in ways the rich don’t know... A massive warcannon would blow you away Still raving out to Wayne Static trips... like back in the day! 💥 Verse 2 They taxed our deez, they overpriced our splaffs, But we still throne diesel to the very last. Warcannons, lids and decks in hand, Spin the double deckmachine wheels like systems they just wouldn't understand. From council blocks to underground raves, Deez in our pocket, mortally throned on Purple Haze. Still reppin’ that oldschool chalk — Where a tenner meant more than talk. Spinning out, yeah, yeah, tripping out, yeah, yeah. Raving out in Percy and sinking buckets in Pred's shed. Those were the oldschool days, the best trips of all time!
