Fire in the Booth

[Verse 1: 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 [Verse 2: Bugzy Malone] 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