bugzy malone - bbc 1xtra - fire in the booth lyrics
[first; bugzy malone]
drove past my mum’s old house bury new road, the one she got evicted from
went to mcdonalds, ordered a cheese burger and chips on an addicted one
then i heard ‘can i get a picture’,i stood there and took 15 pictures don
with 15 different kids, i was there on the phone but i left tounge twisted don
i know i paint pictures with words, but i didn’t know i was the gifted one
and now they say that i put manny on the map, so i put #0161
drove back past my mums house, looked through the window on a reministic one
shouldn’t have done that cause now i’m having flashbacks of the days wheni had hectic fun
on super mario, donkey kong, i was on my nintendo all day long
i could hear loud shouting downstairs, back and forth, like ping pong
the gift came with a curse, ever since 10 years old my heads been gone
and now i wanna climb to the top of the empire state building like king kong
had problems with the dvla, so i was on the bus, arriving late
but now the s line float like a b-tterfly, i feel like casius clay but im not a heavy weight
the only thing heavy is the weight of the world on my shoulder
i used to be scared of an older, put 5 bullets in a revolver
i was cold, now i’m colder, i voiced up lyrics, you write in a folder
i build your lyrics up into a rizzler and blaze them all like i was a stoner
if you see me and i’m sober, thinking, know that im an imploder
that means i hold it in, but if i explode, i’ll be like vinegar and baking soda
jesus, i’ve got them thinking, ‘is this guy from manchester’
the word plays heavy just like sylvester, and now i’m taking over like i’m on a vesper
when i say i got boxes of cheese, i’m not talking red leicester
and why do i laugh at mc’s, a king will always laugh at a jester
a corsa will always p-ss a fiesta, you’re looking at manchester’s best
i’m from a place where n0bodies implace, and don’t wanna see no body progress
so they wanna take shots at my ego, but i got a built stab proof vest
i’ve been stabbed in the back so much, i’m like jesus in the p-ssion of christ
i was sat counting about 25 grand, i got delusional, the queen started talking
i was like ‘whys everbody warring’, she said ‘politics are boring’
cause it’s all propaganda, and comes down to the fact that moneys’ more important-
than poverty, feeding the poor, the rich get rich, we get ignored
middle cl-ss people, that have done everything what government told them
struggle to pay the bills cause when they go to the bank, it says their accounts’ been frozen
so d-mn right i’m taking doors of hinges, i’m running in through the hall way
holding a big boy sword like a viking, but i’ve never been from norway
anybody comes at me, i stick it in cause i don’t do foreplay
i make a man bleed sick, so it looks like tomato puree
you’re looking at bugzy malone, every video is a new part of my story
and i was born back in 1990, so we’re looking at episode 40
i say look when i’m spitting, cause i spit bars in high definition
it’s like watching a wide screen television, and this one heres like double-oh-seven
why, cause i’m on a one man mission to put my town on the map, i’m reppin
but i’m worse than a nuclear weapon, cause i make your whole town go missing
i know when i’ve said something sick, when i see a mans head start tilting
i’m like wolverine from the x-men, cause the metal is built in
i’ve not set fire to the booth, i’ve set fire to the whole building
charlie was gonna jump out the window cause the smoke in the room could’ve k!lled him
drove past my mums old house on bury new road, the one i got evicted from
drove straight past, onto the motorway and into the distance don
looked in my rear view, thinking about the past on a majestic one
cause if i didn’t go through what i went through, then i probably wouldn’t have wrote this song
[second; bugzy malone]
look, theres a lot to be said, lot to be told, lot to be confessed
i’m holding dough so i’m overly stressed
i wear my hat low cause i’m now to the feds
trying to be cool but i’m losing my head
plus i heard couple man wanted me dead
tell them man we’ve got the machine, and i see them when they get out of pen
f-ck music, i seem them when they hit road
i’ll be on your tv and your stereo
i’ll be on your blackberry and your iphone
everybody knows about bugzy malone
but i gotta confess, in oh-10 i fell off
made 10 quid, made bare man jelous
spent every penny in about 6 weeks
but i don’t care now that i’m back well off
f-ck b-tches, i just do big bits
i’m just tryna get rid of boxes like kelloggs
so i can get the kawasaki ninja matte black
i’m a rider, and they forgot
me, a machine, a ninja, red hot
tell my man i’ll take his head off
i’ll die for my family and thats for my mums life
did they forget these my brudda
did they forget that i come from the gutter and i spent oh-7 in the slammer
never seen the summer, they let me out, and i ate man like i never had a dinner
prayed to the lord like i’d never been a sinner
take off the front door like i’m onto a winner
gambled my freedom, everday i wake up and you’d of thought i was a roulette spinner
i go in, they just go in
i’m bugzy malone, the wickedist thing since lucifer dropped with a broken wing
they spill the beans like an open tin
but i’m odt so im on this thing
tell them gunchester run this thing
i run up, put the ting in their mouth
i make their legs shake, bondage ting
i’m the general, front line solder, run this grime ting 10 times over
go tell chipmunk not to be cheeky
grime is a road ting, my mans hopeless
go make a pop tune, f-ck your a’s and b’s
you went from chip-diddy-chip to the streets
oopsie daisy i’m not in your league
well i’ve been on the roads playing hide and seek
hide from the feds, seek my enemies
it’s like i’ve got some free [?]
cause when i say turn into the devil, it’s like bare b-tches drop to their knees
i’ve been dissecting boxes of cheese since i was 18
i had 5 workers, thats 5 phones, 5 days in we made 5 g’s, thats 2 grand profit
have you gone mad, i made 10 grand in about 5 weeks
thats no secret, man know me
bugzy malone is not just an mc
i got locked up, aged 16
so f-ck chipmunk and his a’s and b’s
i rep this grime thing properly, 0161
watch how they walk with me
trust me, watch how they walk with me
f-ck that dough cause i spent that fast
no money management, f-cking with cash
these days man just say f-ck the p-ss
nowadays my whips better than your dads
my old headmaster used to have a jag
now that i’m buying and selling whips
i got one of them parked up on the path
tell the headmaster my s lines’ faster
and i’m still going on wicked and bad
expell me, are you having a laugh
everyone knows the recession is bad
you might as well go re-mortgage your gaff
or downgrade, now that i’m paid, i’ll put the mortgage dipper on that, i’ll pay the mortgage dipper-
f-ck the headmaster and everyone i beat up
cause it’s your fault that i’m on this path
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