Bugzy Malone - Relegation Riddim lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

It could be a warning to anyone like us

We heard funny things,

If it goes with over sixty percent over the Malcom

That could be our chip

And you in the premier League, cuz it goes down on the conference

That’s no game twisted in this

In this rap thing

I’ll be on your nacre boy

(Verse)

I got a phone call from Jammer,

Cus Chip wants to know if its beat for music

And Chip don't want no trouble,

Chip definitely doesn't wanna see me when I lose it,

Alright Jammer,

Come let’s do this,

I grab Chip and get headlock and lose him,

I'm from a little town called Manchester,

I'm ‘bout to do this million views thing,

Check my Fire in the Booth, borin’, movin’

Chipmunks Fire in the Booth was borin,

I set fire to the building

Chip made everybody in the building start snoring,

Its meant to Grime,

He's talking po-politics like Kenny,

If that's important,

I think Chip must of missed his coarty

He could've been a teacher with all that talking,

Wait, maybe he's falling,

Into depression but that's just me,

How many of your chains are in one piece?

Then did they all get popped off?

Don't talk about shows in my town,

Like you’re in it will show can't get lock off,

I turn into the Devil,

Take off the door,

Then let two, two shots off

(Hook)

If you, you, you, you

I wanna come against I, I, I, I

These bullets will make man run for their lives

Now your careers on the line

And you wanna take a shot at mine

Cuz you heard that I was the guy

(Verse)

He gets bottled so much,

That he's growing some shit,

On the back of his head,

But don't watch that,

I finished my drink,

I put the glass down and slap him instead,

As he was dicing me for sure will flex,

My phone was ringing and this is on my life,

I put the phone to my head and heard,

Do you know check get in debt for one hundred grand

I just dropped my phone,

And shouted: Jesus Christ!

Now I know why he's the MJ of Grime,

Everybody knows the story behind,

Michael Jackson before he died,

The Pepper rhythm was dead,

Cuz you spat, thirty-two bars, told twenty-two lies,

All my lyrics are on my mom’s life,

I thought you were the Grime scene savior,

What's with all this funky behavior,

I heard Chips new E.P.,

And it was about as Grime as Maverick Saber,

I'm not feeling Chip Daddy Chip,

I'll leave Chip Daddy with a high fade,

Cuz my lyrics are all sharp like a razor,

You sound like you've been touch with a hazer,

Anyhow you see Chipy in the distance,

Climbing over the fence like Vaguer,

With that shit on the back of his head,

He looks like Sonic the Hedgehog from Sga,

I thought you was signed to a major,

I don't think your labels paid you

Because I heard you spent your money,

Hiring Chris Brown out for the day cuz

When you still didn't even chart proper,

Goin’ on like you a chart topper,

Chris Brown was dancin’ on a bus,

Then he hit ring-ring with a show stopper,

But you not in the history book, to be honest,

No one could give a fuck,

Everybody knows Alvin is a punk,

He's was like Chris Brown featurin’ Chipmuk,

(Hook)

(Verse)

Chipmuks a coconut,

That I'll open up,

So you can see the white in the middle,

Bright white like cocaine drag him in the ginned

And kick him out like kick it in the middle,

And now I got Choppy in my neck,

I guess this means that I'm in your league,

But you got five hundred thousand followers,

Me, I'm only on about fifty

You got buried off Tiny,

Buried off Nastier but now you wanna come at me,

But don't watch nothin’ I'll send your career Chip,

Now man are shouting rip

Somebody hash tag rip chip

Cuz I'm in a totally different league,

I'll turn more than a ligament,

Your looking at Grime 2015,

I think Chipmuk might just run out the bars,

Bugs can't run out the bars,

You was a pop star last week,

Now it lost like Chipmunk,

Has run out stars,

Don't get pop and then come back,

And act like,

It’s the return of the Mack,

So please don't mention,

The School of Grime,

Cuz even the beat on that I was Trap,

When it comes down to the School of Grime,

I am the headmaster of my time,

Anybody comes at me,

They'll get expelled,

And sent home at dinner time,

How can a Chipmunk fight with a Lion,

Chipmuk will get eaten alive,

I'll feed him to the Lions,

You can go on for a solo fight

(Hook)