[Intro]
Yeah, JDZMedia
01204 business
Shout out whYJay on the beat, yeah
Shout out everyone supporting right now as well
MC SMALLY ain't dead

[Verse]
Look, MC SMALLY, yeah it was my name
Had all the flows, I could play in them games
Yeah I rolled the dice and won too many times
By Year 7, had a claim to fame, yeah I pushed it, now I feel nice
Pulled up my shorts and I'm 'lapping him twice
Biddy-badboy do you feel alright?
'Cause when you're on the mic, all you do is tell lies
So give me the mic and hold on tight
'Cause this roller-coaster's about to take flight
Done a lot of wrong but it's time for the right
Been through hell but the future looks bright
Now I'm chasing my dreams in the middle of the night
You thought I was dead so I'm giving 'em a fright
No face to the kid but now I'm in sight
Two double o five, I was in the limelight
Now it's two sixteen, back with the bangers
Eleven years on, I've got the answers
I was in the wardrobe at my grandma's
I was in the wardrobe at my grandma's
Yo 'cause it makes me laugh when I think back
If I had a brain, I'd be sat up on a stack
Hundred milli' on YouTube there, are you mad?
Me and my day ones should be in a Maybach
Saying that now and I will start from scratch
My squad beelines, I'm the heart of the pack
Can't forget the rumours, they make me laugh
More than five times I've been stabbed
Lost count of the times been run over
Lost count of the guys I done over
Now I'm on a next path on a whole new map
Now it's time to get one over
Or two over or three over
I heard doors slam shut but it re-opened
Don't know about tomorrow but we hoping
Don't know about tomorrow but we hoping
For some better days under the sun-rays
'Cause I'm sick to death of this thunder and rain
Can you blame the kid, can you blame the kid
That's why I come back under a new name
Like-like-like-like, yeah

[Interlude]
Big up Mr Ronic, Trouble
01204, yeah, Bolton business
Haha, yeah, what, what, what, like

[Verse 2]
All you MCs, get ready for me
It's that same old yout' from Prestolee
Well I've been wicked and bad and sometimes sad, that's why these days yo I ain't smoked three
Got stress on my chest but now it's all bless
That's why I bounced back 'cause that's just me
Just give me a shout or a knock at my door 'cause that's where I will probably be
Look after your liver, look after your lungs 'cause that's the only way you're ever gonna breathe
I had to do this, was the only way you was ever gonna see
That the levels went up another hundred degrees
But I'm cool, burned through books like the last day of school
Grew up on House, grew up on Bounce but man could never take me for a fool
Are you mad? Are you fucking insane in the head?
Not on Pokemon Go but if man wanna duel, home of Warby's so I break bread
Breaking rules, breaking, breaking
So we're breaking 'em

Yeah, yeah, shout out

[Verse 3]
Two sixteen, I've been putting in work so
Two seventeen we can have a better year
I've been writing and writing 'til my eyeballs hurt
But you won't ever see these eyeballs tear
Nowadays I feel like a diamond in the dirt
'Cause man just shine in the soil round here
Got boys, they'll be getting 'em in but next year Smallzy's buying the beers
Flow on point like spears
Flow on point like javelin
I used to roll on the roads in a world of my own but nowadays everyone's like 'What's happening?'
I have the ball and they wanna start tackling
I ain't the type to just start stabbing him
But he'll get weighed in if I start scrapping him
Man are Mourinho, man are not managing
Up for the challenge but man are not mannequin
Put it on toes, man start panicking
Savage him
Dan, are we having him?
Man will go missing like Madeline vanishing
Man will go missing like Madeline vanishing
I am not West Ham but I'll bring the hammers in
Don't leave Willy J round your bitch, give it ten mins, that kid's daggering
Like, Dagger what? Dagger who? Dagger you, there
Feds on back but na we never care
Said he at the trap but na he never there
Said he got P's, I don't see 'em anywhere
Like, said he at the trap but na he never there
Said he got P's, I don't see 'em anywhere
Don't leave Willy J round your bitch, give it ten mins, knickers in the air
Right now you're fucking with the underdog
But you're a fake bitch, what did that bumper cost?
I went and come through smelling like a hundred oz
Come through smell like you need to wash
It's not me, there's just pretty and grimy
Run up on a set, tell a brudda come try me
Raised in the noughties, born in the nineties
Fuck Loubs, I was raised in Nikes
Round here, get set up off pikeys
Asian gangs and nuts white kids
Black gangs and gangs of Polish
Gangs that make bread like Hovis
When gang roll round, they take notice
Gang in mind when man wrote this
Fly round track like in a Lotus
Like when will they learn? When will they show us?
Like, give me any riddim and I'm on it
Anybody wanna war then they're gonna get bodied
Body in a bag, boot of the Jag
Scruffy little twat wants twos on a fag
Billing up a zoogie and it's looking quite fat
When the duppy hit the rave and they pull it right back
Think you're at the front but you're really at the back
I said I'm looking at the plan and it's looking intact

[Outro]
Yeah, MC SMALLY, not fucking dead
He's here, live and kicking
Bam, bam, bam, Bolton town