Bugzy Malone - Flush Raw lyrics

[Intro: Bugzy Malone] Bugzy Malone, O-10 Flush TV, listen Look look [Verse 1: Bugzy Malone] Picture this I'm chilling But the guy next to me must have been pilling or something Because he keeps ramping and chatting But the way that he's doing it's pushing a bu*ton It's like I can feel it inside me I don't wanna get vexed and knock the kid out so I don't and I keep it inside me 'Cus I don't wanna wake up in a police cell with no shoe laces and a charge sheet So that's why you see that I'm holding it down But you know I'm not down with batties So the guy next to me best step back Before he gets rushed like a fatty With his bottom lip bust, forehead cracked But I look and he's looking right at me So I'm thinking does he want it with me, me? So I start turning a bit I'm screwing and my head starts burning a bit But I don't wanna' waste time teaching a prick that it's daft to be rampinh and deeking and sh** Deeking and sh**, but he's still watching I've got a drink in my hand, I'm cotching Does this n***a want dragging and spinning to the side of the room where nobodies standing? [Verse 2: Bugzy Malone] So I stand up and look round Drink in my hand everybody put down 'Cus I can feel it going off soon, if it does everyone will be running around But he's not ready for what I'm packin' I got a machete in my waist line no doubt But I call it the Samurai sword When I whip it out; Everybody starts running about, I start running about I don't pull a gun out Everybody's screaming looking to duck out But back to the point with the guy deeking, he got brave and told me to s** out I did say it I was ready to destroy that fool Wasn't ready for the devil to employ that fool Try to chief a n***a but didn't bring no tool So I said 'you can s** out' [Verse 3: Bugzy Malone] Turn into the devil, this time whip out the Samurai sword so quick that- The n***a that tried it got looked at I was gonna let him off but f** that I made sure that n***a got chopped up bad And the rest of the n***as that looked back Got chased to the fire exit caught up and left in a blacked out body bag So I'm leaving the place, place Cus I know Feds' will be all over the place And my heart beats slowing down now, it's going about the same speed as the ba** So, so , I'm on a back street now, by myself and I put the Samurai sword down Walking the street blacked out hands in my pockets and a blacked out car slow pulls down 4 n***as pulled up in a blacked out whip 3 n***as jumped out on a hype ting First n***a jumped out I said "really whats good" He said "nuttin, but I am on a hype 'ting" I did say it I was ready to destroy that fool Wasn't ready for the devil to employ that fool Try to jack a n***a but didn't bring no tool So I said, "I am on a hype ting" Turn into the devil, sky turns red Everybody starts running about Them n***as got clapped up For running their mouth, but keep your trap shut I'll run in your house My hype 'tings over, jump in the whip Put the pedal to the metal Lights on red, red Don't give a f** I just start skidding about Don't give a f** I just start skidding about [Verse 4: Bugzy Malone] I've been keeping an eye on them, I've been gone Moving sly on them, don't think cause the mixtape dropped that- I switched up and turned pretty boy guy on them, it's not 'dat I don't confide in them, I don't care if anybody's buying them 'Cept man asked for a free CD and I just access denying them Move sly on them, 'cus I'm Bugzy Malone and I hire them And if he ever comes back with the wrong beef, switch like Nino Brown and fire 'dem I'm a tyrant, and I'm coming out of retirement You got straps, but you rely on them Are you forgetting that Bugz is violent- With anybody that you know, your brother got beat up by Bruno Twisted up like say you never knew Judo Don't care if your belly big like Sumo You don't wanna see me turn 'loco Turn into the devil, sky turns red Everybody ends up with a broke nose, set n***as got laid down with a low blow One peck and I'm Bugzy Malone [???] Make everybody go sleep like Roy Jones Leave n***as with a slice, Kimbo Not even hittin' them twice, bingo [Verse 5: Bugzy Malone] Sleeping, went to a party Saturday evening The minute I walked into the kitchen The tallest kid in the place was deeking Leave him, well I tried but he lost his mind and just started switching That's when I turned cold, freezing I said "come to the road", screaming True story, stay locked in 'Cus you're looking at the hand that knocked him And you're looking at the man who knocked him out I left girls screaming "you've k**ed him, you've k**ed him, you've k**ed him" Shake up everybody in the building, 'cus I'm hitting on flush And that's ironic, 'cus it is Flush that's filming Yo, but town just to show what the manny man are bringing [???] Just bars, no singing, just stars, no long ting I'm the Swagga-man, I've got the wickedest 'garmz to the wickedest 'crepz no joke ting I bring fire to the booth, it's smoking I use the lighter and gas to provoke him It's potent, everybody in the place now needs a gas mask 'cus they're choking I'm not boasting, when it comes to this heater 'ting and road side I'm toasting You'll get sprayed up, left soaking You might find me in the manor just loaking Or in the gym just hitting and moving The mixtapes got the wickedest tunes in I'm coming with a new sound, got everyone running a running right round, banging Mortal Kombat freestyle, get over here, Scorpion wins outstanding Look, let me drop back in, Bugzy Malone I get sick, crack in I started this thing full to the brim But I start- half of the riddim, just don't pack in I go down with this sh**, Captain Since I'm one of the last men standing I leave all of your n***as just acting shared, shook, hands rattling They don't want it, they get smacked in I spent most of my childhood battling So I'm an OG in my own way If you don't believe me ask Paul who slapped him I sacked him, 'cus he was out there causing trouble and attracting attention I don't need that without a mention, ran man down like a P reg engine I don't care what you're curling or benching You could be 6 foot 5, hench and looking like a serious guy I'll still reach up and knock you out, sleeping I don't care who you chill with You could be 6 foot 8, sick and chilling with a load of your mates I'll still start throwing about my weight, screaming