Bugzy Malone - M.E.N lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Bugzy Malone, you know

Mr. Snowman on production

(Verse)

Watch this, I got a brand new three bedroom crib

Spotlights in the ceiling it's sick

Got a beanbag in the computer room, all I need now is Grand Theft Auto six

Got an office and everythings cocaine white

In the mornin’ you can get too bright

But it doesn't affect me these days cuz I've been stayin’ up way too deep in the night

Thinkin’ about before it all went bad

Before the day I met my real dad

Before I knew about money and bills and how they both made my mum get sad

Sat countin’ ‘bout twenty five bags

I'm runnin’ out of elastic bands

When it turns out, when you make money on the road there's nothin’ you can do with the cash

So I jump in the S-Line drivin’ fast

Hope I don't bump in to my step-dad

Cuz they say mental abuse is worse than physical abuse and I wanna get him back

But I don't wanna do another custodial sentence

In a 4 by 4 pad

And I gotta take this time to apologies to my best friend cuz we almost crashed

Let me try and explain,

It's intricate cuz I've never been playin’ sentimental

It's intimate cuz I never contacted a counselor to get rid of this pain

I walk with it and now I'm goin’ insane

Losin’ control of my own brain

Watchin’ documentaries on serial killers and feelin’ that I can relate

Do you find that strange?

Yeah? Ok, well let me get this straight

Fuck a life sentence, if i don't make it, it's cuz I could not handle the pain

I don't wan hear nobody complain

About that's good talent gone to waste

Cuz if I didn't go throw what I went throw, you would have never downloaded my mix tape

(Verse)

And let me confide in you

Let me get it off my chest

Turns out no matter how many tracks I make I still can't handle the stress

But I don't watch all the indirect

True say man might see me as a threat

I don't mind goin’ out as a legend as long as I'm known as Manchester's best!

(Verse)

So picture the scene

I'm sittin’ on my corner sofa in peace

Until I got a call “Have you seen yourself in the paper cuz you're wanted by the police”

And I was like what? And it was hot. But do you wan’ know what was a lot?

The night before was the night I went on Twitter and had a direct message from sloth

Was just my luck

Let me do a Vincent van Gogh

Cuz you know I paint pictures with words

And I've still not published one book

I was in Panacea tryna get to the bar

And my man didn't wan’ let me pass

Pushed me into a family of brothers

Before you knew it I'd already been cracked

(Verse)

But let me remind these fools

Into the devil I turn

They stepped back, I stepped forward, play with fire and you're gon’ get burned

But I must apologise in advance cuz I didn't want it to end so bad

See what happened from there was loose

I was in the Manchester Evening News

Said said he got violently attacked

Outside in a taxi he was whacked, and coulda died

But that's how you know what the papers tried, it was self defense, that's a blatant lie

I'm stereotyped

And do you wanna know why, I'm a different guy

When I was about eight, my mum moved to an area that was heavily white

I was in school lookin’ like Wesley Snipes

Ben Shermans on a second hand bike

Feelin’ like a donut cuz I'd already been stabbed by the time I was in year nine

Mom didn't want me to see my side

Told me that too many people died

Between like '91 and '99 that was gang war and violent crime

My uncle's face got torn up by the pellets of shotgun like Frankenstein

I was sat with him in an M3 that could 0-60 in 4.5

One hand holdin’ the steerin’ wheel

Movin’ quicker than the Bat mobile

Driving around shooting real when I was about nine

Back when the hood was real

(Verse)

A villain, taken to critical boxes

And I don't care if it's hot

You don't mean Russell Crowe when they mention the gladiator in the gang war book

The first guy that I ever looked up to was like Batman without the suit

Now it's my turn to try and put money on the map, I just hope I can do it like you

Hope I can get one million views

Hope that I never get caught with food

Hope that Charlie can breathe alright in the smoke cuz I set fire to the booth

When I realized that grime was English hip hop forget about all the tunes

Forget the playlist I wan’ go down in history like Tutankhamen

Leave that playin’

(Outro)

I dedicate this one to Tin

My little cousin

He didn't make it

Rest in peace my man

Thanks to garyabbott for correcting these lyrics