Walk With Me - Bugzy Malone

Drove past my mum’s old house on Bury New Road

The one she got evicted from

Went to McDonald’s

Ordered a cheeseburger and chips on an addicted one

Then I heard: «Can I get a picture?»

Stood there and I took fifteen pictures, don

With fifteen different kids

I was there on the phone but I left tongue twisted, don

I know I paint pictures with words

But I didn’t know I was the gifted one

And now they say I put Manny on the map

So I hashtag 0161

Drove back past my mums house

Looked through the window on a reminiscent one

Shouldn’t have done that

Cus now I’m having flashbacks of the days when I had hectic fun

On Super Mario, Donkey Kong

And 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 ten years old my head’s been gone

Now I wanna climb to the top of the Empire State Building

Just like King Kong

Had problems with the DVLA so I was on the bus arriving late

But now the S-Line floats like a butterfly

I’m feeling like Cassius Clay

But I’m not a heavyweight

The only thing heavy is the weight of the world on my shoulder

I used to be afraid of an older until I put five bullets in a revolver

I was cold then, now I’m colder

I was voice note lyrics you write in a folder

I’ll build up your lyrics into a rizzla

And blaze them like I was a stoner

If you see me and I’m sober

Thinkin', know that I’m 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 wordplays heavy just like Sylvester

And I’m takin' over like I’m on a Vespa

And when I say I’ve got boxes of cheese

I’m not talking about Red Leicester

And why do I laugh at MC’s?

A king will always laugh at a Jester

A Porsche will always pass a Fiesta

You’re lookin' at Manchester’s best

I’m from a place where nobody’s impressed

And don’t wanna see nobody progress

So they take shots at my ego

But I got a built-in stab-proof vest

I’ve been stabbed in the back so much

I’m like Jesus in the Passion of Christ

I was sat countin' about twenty-five grand

I got delusional

The Queen started talking

I was like: «Queen, why is everyone warring?»

She said: «Politics are boring»

Cause it’s all propaganda

And comes down to the fact that money’s more important

Than poverty and feeding the poor

The rich get rich, we get ignored

Middle-class people

That have done everything that the Government told 'em

Struggle to pay bills

Cause when they go to the bank they say their accounts been frozen

So damn right I’m taking doors off hinges

I’m running in through the hallway

Holding a big boy sword like a Viking

But I never been from Norway

Anybody comes at me

I stick it right in

Cus I don’t do foreplay

I make a man bleed sick

So he looks like Tomato Puree

You’re lookin' at Bugzy Malone

Every video is a new part of my story

And I was born back in 1990

So were on about episode forty

I say look when I’m spittin'

Cause I spit bars in high definition

It’s like watching a widescreen television

And this one here’s like 007, 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’ll make your whole town go missing

I know when I’ve said suttin' sick

When I see a man’s head start tiltin

I’m like Wolverine from the X-Men

Cus 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 killed him

Drove past my mum’s old house on Bury New Road

The one I got evicted from

Drove straight past

Onto the motorway and straight into the distance don

Looked in the rear view mirror

Thinking about the past, on a majestic one

Cause if I didn’t go through what I went through

Then I probably woulda never wrote this song

There’s a lot to be said

Lot to be told, lot to be confessed

I’m holdin' doe

So I’m overly stressed

I wear my hat low

Cah' I’m known to the Feds

Tryna be cool

But I’m losin' my head

Plus I heard a couple man wanted me dead

Tell them, man, we got the machine

And I see them when they get out the pen

Fuck music I see them when they hit road

I be on your TV, in your stereo

I be in your Blackberry, in your iPhone

Everybody knows about Bugzy Malone

But I gotta confess

In '010 I fell off

Made ten quid

Made bare man jealous

Spent every penny in about six weeks

But I don’t care

Now that I’m back well off

Fuck bitches I just do big bits

I’m just tryna get rid of boxes like Kellog’s

So I can get the

Kawasaki Ninja

Matte Black

I’m a rider, and they forgot

Me a Machine, Ninja

Red hot

Tell my man I’ll take his head off

I’d die for my family

And that’s on my mum’s life

‘Did they forget Dee’s my Brudda'

Did they forget I come from the gutter

And I spent '07 in the slammer

Never seen the summer

They let me out

And a ate man like I never had a dinner

Pray to the Lord like I never been a sinner

Take off a front door like I’m onto a winner

Gamble my freedom

Every day I wake up

You would’ve thought I was a Roulette spinner

I go inner they just go in

I’m Bugzy Malone the wickedest 'ting

Since Lucifer dropped with a broken wing

They spill the beans like a open tin

But I’m ODT, so I’m on dis 'ting

Tell them Gunchester run this 'ting

I fuck them up with the 'ting in their mouth

I make their legs shake, bondage 'ting, yo'

I’m the general, front-line soldier

Run this grime 'ting ten times over

Go tell Chipmunk not to be cheeky

Grime is a road 'ting, my man’s hopeless

Go make a pop tune, fuck your A’s and B’s

You went from

Chip Diddy Chip to The Streets

Oopsy Daisy

, I’m not in your league

Well I’ve been on the road playing Hide and Seek

Hide from the Feds, seek my enemies

It’s like I got some freaky disease

Cause when I say: «Turn into the Devil»

It’s like bare bitches drop to their knees

I’ve been dissecting boxes of cheese

Since I was eighteen, I had five workers

That’s five phones, five days in, we made five g’s

That’s two grand profit

Have you gone mad?

I made ten grand in about five weeks

That’s no secret, man know me

Bugzy Malone’s not just an MC

I got locked up aged sixteen

So fuck Chipmunk 'n' his A’s n B’s

I rep this grime 'ting properly, 0161

Watch how they walk with me, trust me

Watch how they walk with me

And fuck that dough cause I spent that fast

No money management, fucking with cash

These days man just say fuck the past

Nowadays days my whips better than your dads

My old headmaster used to have a Jag

Now that I’m buying and selling old 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

Expel 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

Yo', fuck the headmaster and the everyone I beat up

Cause it’s your fault that I’m on this path

It’s your fault that I seen man get stabbed

It’s your fault I nearly got shot in the back

It’s also your fault that I’m on a track

And I made way more money in the trap

I’m Bugzy Malone, going on cold

Now they say I put Manny on the map

I put Manny on the map