[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 n***as 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