Bugzy Malone - BBC 1XTRA - Fire In The Booth lyrics

[FIRST; Bugzy Malone] Drove past my mum's old house on 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 bu*terfly, 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 pa** a fiesta, you're looking at Manchester's best I'm from a place where nobodies 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 Pa**ion 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 cla** 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 damn 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**ed 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** 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** b**hes, 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** 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**hes 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** 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** that dough cause I spent that fast No money management, f**ing with cash These days man just say f** the pa** 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** the headmaster and everyone I beat up Cause it's your fault that I'm on this path