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letra de bronson - bugzy malone

you say i’m the first
doesn’t mean that i’ll be the last
just means i put in the work
the mandem see me put in the graft
now you do the maths, i had a dirty way before music
got a little 38, i’ve not used it
trying to separate my soul from my body?
when i heard that, i was ready to lose it
but then i prayed to god
because i swore down
on my mum’s life that i didn’t want to do this
well, she keeps ringing and asking
i told her “let’s not go through this”
still i’m thinking where do we go from here?
how did i go so clear? all of this in one year
i just wanna kick back and spend this money
but i’m still wearing a tracksuit
and i still roll with the shooters, this is no new shit
i was gonna clap back, i didn’t want to go backwards
i don’t want to be remembered as an mc
trying to be a bruce lee, one of the masters
you can click hd and still not capture what i captured
it was all madness
i was ready to wet man up, i’m no baptist
they must think i’m a pr-ck, but i’ve never been a cactus
ah well, i can see last year as practice
now that i know the game
but n-body could predict the way the window just shattered
man are looking to blast him
i’ve got shooters around me, it’s like the wild wild west
and them man are like john wayne, but they’ve never been actors
i’m hard like a bed with no mattress
it’s why i had to think from a different perspective
so i tried to look through the eyes of the haters
and then i could understand
now that i’m on demand and worth close to 100 grand
he won’t live to regret this, f-cking domestics
sat around talking about who the best is
i’ve got real life shooters around me
it’s like the final scene in scarface, it’s that hectic
we was meant to be family
’till the day you betrayed me
i was gonna to let man run in through the front door
’till i heard that he had 3 babies
and then i prayed to god
because i see him in h-ll if he keeps testing my patience
i don’t need that on my conscience
when it all started over nonsense
and for what? a lack of correspondence
that means communication, we could’ve had a conversation
i’m living like bronson
incarcerated in my situation
see, i hear my name when i switch the station
it’s not just manchester now i’m famous
i was going to wile up bare face
but i can’t, now i got status
i was in the papers
i was in the m.e.n and it was blatant
seems like the whole thing came to bite me
there’s no way of saying this bit politely
i feel like quitting the game and making man’s body turn icy
but i don’t want to talk no more
i don’t want to talk no more
i don’t want to talk no more
i don’t want to talk no more
i don’t want to talk no more
talk no more

- bugzy malone

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