Bugzy Malone - Relegation Riddim lyrics

[Intro: Chip sample] It can be a warning to anyone, like I said When we hear funny things If that's... if it goes just over 60% of the mark of 'That could be at Chip' and you're in the Premier League Cause it goes right down to conference Let's not get it twisted in this rap thing I'll be at your neck, rudeboy! [?] [Verse 1] I got a phone call from Jammer Cause Chip wants to know if it's beef or 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 in a headlock and use him I'm from a little town called Manchester I'm about to do this million views ting Check my Fire in the Booth, it's moving Chipmunks Fire in the Booth was boring I set fire to the building Chip made everybody in the building start snoring It's meant to grime, He's talking pop politics Like any of that's important I think Chip might've missed his callin' 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? Or did they all get popped off? Don't talk about shows in my town Like your likkle show can't get locked off I turn into the devil, take off the door Then I let 2 2 shots off Pap! Pap! [Hook] If you, you You, you Wanna come against I, I I, I These bullets will make man run for their lives Now your career's on the line And you wanna take a shot at mine Cause you heard that I was the guy [Verse 2] He gets bottled so much That he's grown some sh** on the back of his head But don't watch that, I'll finish my drink I'll put the gla** down and slap him instead As he was dissing me for shotting off Z's My phone was ringing And this is on my life, I put the phone to my head And heard "Didn't you know Chipmunks in debt for a 100 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 Riddim was dead Cause you spat 32 bars, told 22 lies All my lyrics are on my Mum's life I thought you was the grime scene saviour What's with all this funky behaviour? I heard Chip's new EP And it was about as grime as Maverick Sabre I'm not feeling Chip Diddy Chip I'll leave Chip Diddy with a high fade Cause my lyrics are all sharp like a razor You sound like you've been touched with a tazer Anyhow you see Chippy in the distance Climbing over the fence like Vega With that sh** on the back of his head He looks like Sonic the Hedgehog from Sega I thought you was signed to a major I don't think your label's paid ya Because I heard you spent your money Hiring Chris Brown out for the day cause But you still didn't even chart proper Going on like your a chart topper Chris Brown was dancing on a bus Then he hit Ri-Ri with a show-stopper But you're not in the history book to be honest No one could give a f** Everybody knows Alvin is a punk He's was like Chris Brown featuring Chipmunk [Hook] If you, you You, you Wanna come against I, I I, I These bullets will make man run for their lives Now your career's on the line And you wanna take a shot at mine Cause you heard that I was the guy [?] [Verse 3] Chipmunk's a coconut that I'll open up So you can see the white in the middle Bright white like c**aine, drag him in a ginnel Kick him about like piggy in the middle And now I got Chippy in my neck I guess this means that I'm in your league But you've got 500 thousand followers Me? I'm only on about 15 You got buried off Tinie, buried off Narstie But nope, you wanna come at me But don't watch nuttin', I'll end your career Chip Now man are shouting "R.I.P." Somebody hashtag #RIPChip Cause I'm in a totally different league I'll tear more than a ligament in your knee You're looking at grime 2015 I think Chipmunk might just run outta bars Bugz can't run outta bars You was a pop star last week Now it looks like Chipmunk has run outta stars Don't do Pop and then come back And act like it's the Return of the Mack And please don't mention the School of Grime Cause even the beat on that 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? Chipmunk will get eaten alive I'll feed him to the lions You can go and ask Solo 45 [Hook] If you, you You, you Wanna come against I, I I, I These bullets will make man run for their lives Now your career's on the line And you wanna take a shot at mine Cause you heard that I was the guy, 0161 If you, you You, you Wanna come against I, I I, I These bullets will make man run for their lives Now your career's on the line And you wanna take a shot at mine Cause you heard that I was the guy, 0161 Ey yo Chip, How ya gonna get ya career ended like that? Since when the f** did a pop star send for a real grime MC Especially one from Manchester What's going on in the pop premiership This is the grime premiership bro And I'm releggating you Trust me, there's a new kid on the block Money on the mac, trust me daddy How about you try and diss me Call me a prick and all that, and try phone me On some friendly manipulation thing And ya wanna tweet, talking about reason Everybody knows beef needs seasoning [?]