Hotbox

[Intro: Bugzy Malone, Sox] Chameleon recordings Yo, hotbox business Bugzy Malone Birmingham to Manchester Hold tight Sox Invasion alert, yo [Verse 1: Bugzy Malone] I used to play Spyro on the PS1 Way before I ever wanted to be a don Way before I ever seen a man with a gun I used to fall asleep with a comedy on It was live-o, I would chill on the block Play football, yeah I was fucking it up FIFA Street, listening to Roll Deep Way before I’d ever put a man to sleep The Nintendo, Street Fighter, had me thinking I had a big right Thought I was ready for my very first fight Little did I know I was way too light So I got beat up, stabbed in my leg Came home crying for the very last night Cause' I swore down on my very own life That when I’m older I will bury those guys Jumped out of my window one Saturday night All in black, holding a raggedy knife Other kids was on some family vibe And I’m like Oliver Twist and my family died I was loco, plus I’m creeping I seen them niggas that I didn’t like These times riding a stolen bike I’m about to show the roads it's time [Verse 2: Sox] Sit back after work and light your cheese I got far in life cah’ I believed I speak the truth, can’t lie to me Last year I was signed to next man By next year I’ll have next man signed to me Don’t fuck up the bass when I’m trying to eat I’ll put stuff on your plate if you’re nice to me Started with a mic and a grimey beat Now promoters are paying for my flights to Greece Malibu on the beach with a slice of peach I get the cake, go back to the estate And check Jaykae and like yo would you like a piece? Free all the mandem, I don’t like the police Got sponsors sending me everything except socks that’s irony Yo Bugzy ride the beat [Verse 3: Bugzy Malone] Different town, different planet, different realm Me and Scorpion don’t compare, cause' I make Scorpion get over here I’ll make Sub-Zero disappear cause' I’ll freeze him ‘til he goes crystal clear Let me get one thing crystal clear, I am the wickedest ting round here But you know, I’ll catch man when they’re home alone I’m in the atmosphere like cologne Nobody does this ting like Malone I make a jet black boy turn yellow Them man are liars, Pinocchio I’m in first gear and I’m on one wheel Let me hit second, I spit a sixteen from my lethal weapon And that’s real, I’m like Angelina Jolie in Wanted I bend a shot like Beckham How can a human fight with a lion? I'm coming like King from Tekken I’ve been gone for time, I said into the devil I turn That was like a split second, I make the sky turn red And everybody in the building goes missing [Verse 4: Sox] I said Dr. Robotnik, I’m the boss Mind your business, yeah my whole life's a job Got bitches that I fuck like a dog My own instincts told me to write a song Light a bong cah’ I ain't touched mic for long I wanna beat but it’s gotta be a grimey one You should know about me, you should know about me I’m grimey John, man already know what I’m on Everybody knows where I’m from Big inna the manor from when Big inna the manor from long But where have all these lot gone I don’t fear an MC, not one I’ve got a fan base these lot want Oh what a damn shame he’s not Sox Ding dong, holler at Hitman He’ll hit man with a stick like a gong Have man thinking he’s in Hong Kong You think you’re sick but you’re wrong You think you’re big and you’re strong Man have already done shit you wish you was on Don’t chat shit to me don Scrap that bar that you write for me don [Verse 5: Bugzy Malone] I’m Bugzy Malone again And I’m home again so I’m zoning in I didn’t think I’d see microphone again The booth thrown me out, lost in meanwhile city zoning out But I was lonely then, I’m not lonely now I got friends again, they wanna know me now But the voice in my head says "Don’t trust anybody, are you insane?" Who said that? "I’m in your brain, brain" Some say I’ve got personal problems Devilish thoughts like run in and rob them But I don’t wanna rob them this time "Have you gone out of your mind?" No "Stop wasting time" why? "Somebody must die, hurry up and run up inside, side, side" Jesus, this voice in my heads contagious And he’s loco and he’s dangerous We’re on totally different pages It's like I don’t wanna kill nobody Taking the arms and legs off a body I don’t remember this JD bag, blacked out gloves, sawn off shotty [Verse 6: Sox] You won’t find no better man No better MC, no better plan No better technique, no better bang I hate gyal that move thirsty, go get a can If you want me to take all of my things and leave, bitch go get a van I take the piss cause' I know that I can Nationwide so I get a grant That girl’s batty looks overly wham Bet she ain't living at home with her nan See things clearer, man have got shows in Ibiza I’ll leave here and go get a tan Big boy zoot pre-rolled in my hand Like MK I can't get higher than I already am Like Slick don said yeah you know who I am So many gyal wanna roll with my gang