Bugzy Malone
Daily Duppy (Round 2)
[Verse]
No lie, remember the days when I never could rhyme
Now I'm that Bugzy Malone
The Jigsaw lyricist, I make the words combine
And that's no joke, I could go blind
Come back, spit my lyrics in sign
Still be the wickedest ting since dubstep
Cause' it goes way deeper than Grime
And that's no joke and I don't mind
I'm not on a music ting to get signed
Plus I'm not in it for the video fame
So let me take you back on a timeline
Come, let's go right back to 05'
Some of the best days of my wholе life
When I was all out ride or diе
And a brand new fresh face to the roadside
And that's no joke cause' I don't lie
I remember the days when garage was live
And I couldn't get enough of the weed smoke
And I was rolling with a .45
Then I thought wait, it's not mine
Looked at my friend like
Do you know why I'm holding somebody's .45?
Is it cause' I left school in year 9?
Do they think I'm a clown, do I look that high?
Then I licked two shots into the sky
Thinking that I was a serious guy
Totally forgetting it was broad day light
Five-O pulled up in a 32 Vectra, coming with about four guys
Two guys jumped out of either side
These times I was just running for my life
Come let's jump over to 06' that was the year I become a convict
Gave me a year and I done eight months
And I've still not caught up with the snitch, slacking
07' I got released, massive, thirteen stone, I'm a beast
17 years old I was obese, banging a runner on Chester-Le
Standard, told them I can go deep
Deeper when I was about thirteen
Deeper when I chipped both front teeth
Deeper when I was about thirteen
And walked round as if I like was Bruce Lee
Had a fight with my step-dad one week
Got hit with a body shot, I couldn't breathe
Dropped to the ground, held up by my sleeve
Hit with another shot and put to sleep
Well not sleeping but I got beat
These times I was thinking no retreat
So I got beat up til' I couldn't speak
I swear down revenge was sweet
One year later, I was fourteen
Came home from school on a hard week
He made my mum cry for the cheek
No chance, turn into the devil
The atmosphere turns gloomy and bleak
Sky turns red with a touch of purple
And I just took my man off his feet
Swear down, they can't rant with me
No way, I'm not one to lose beef
Some say I'm like Jekyll and Hyde
Cah' my whole life's been trouble and grief