M.E.N II

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Yo
 Bugzy Malone
 You know
 I hit the top like I don't know what
 Now 500's Play-Doh gwop
 And these man tryna take my spot when
 I'm sitting at home with writer's block
 But there's not an emcee as eloquent as me
 Let me get that clear
 And my accountant said
 I can make a million and not make a track this year
 Now how's that for a turnover?
 I made a gilet and a holster
 Felt like I looked in the mirror when I seen the new JD poster
 And it sold out so fast
 They want me to sign contracts like they're O2 or Voda
 In exchange for exposure
 But still I don't feel any closer to the real answer
 Why did I wanna be a gangster?
 When will I get rid of this pain?
 Feels like I'm in handcuffs
 I wanna fly to the south of France
 I wanna learn how to Salsa dance
 The chef come here
 'Cause everybody in the restaurant kept watching man
 And I'm thinking "wait are they watching man?"
 Did he think I'm a prick, or are they just secret fans?
 Blessed by a God, fear no man
 But my heart still beats when I see a police van
 I was hungover
 In Phuket I couldn't stay sober
 I needed a break from pulling a straight face, I don't play poker
 I was out there looking at the pelicans
 Stroking the tigers and elephants
 Emcees all fighting for relevance
 But I'm on the next level of eloquence
 Where do I get it from?
 Did I get it from him? Could it be a white could it be a black thing?
 Must be the reason I'm the captain
 Must be the reason I overlapped him
 'Cause I'm dedicated
 Me I could have got relegated
 Imagine I would have hesitated
 Where would I be if I never made it?
 But I did
 Now I'm in a new 7 bedroom crib
 With spotlights in the ceiling it's sick
 No bean bag I've got a Lamborghini on the ramp and I don't use it
 I've got a grand piano in front of
 The Mona and everything cocaine white
 But I don't get to see it much these
 Days 'cause I'm always out taking a flight
 Thinking about before it all went bad
 Never got dissed off my real dad
 And now he tells people that I never give him anything
 As if he was there from scratch
 How did it get so negative
 Between old friends and fake relatives
 I've come quite far on a reminisce
 To get rid of these toxic energies
 An old friend tells people that I put money on his head
 As if I'm still pissed off
 And we was friends from about year 9
 And he tried to get my door kicked off
 Cocaine's one hell of a drug, yeah I've seen what it does
 I watched man fall from the mountains
 Turned from a bad boy to a scruff
 I'm still out here holding it up
 I'm still backstage holding a cup
 Dark is still my co-defendant
 I'm in a film about money and drugs
 I told my agent, "tell Guy Richie he don't need to pay me"
 As I was watching Snatch, that's my all time favourite gangster movie
 I ended up in the GR, singing Irish songs to the ukulele
 Sophisticated conversation, had me feeling so creative (So creative)
 I feel detached from reality, now I'm on a footballer's salary
 I flew to Rome,
 And the roof of the Sistine chapel look like an art gallery
 Me I got close to insanity
 On the roads I am moving raggity
 Now I'm in the Vatican, thinking strategy
 Can't think of an emcee in my category
 All this from a 1-bedroom flat
 I wanted a reminder not to look back
 That's the reason why,
 I got 'King of the North' tattooed right across my six-pack
 And the artist came from Italia, the home of the mafia
 I'm never in debt, I'm a Lannister,
 You know I'm of a different calibre
 I climbed to the top without a banister
 And last year got smashed, no manager
 Man can say what they want but I'll
 Never let anyone assassinate my character
 Some relationships don't work
 And the separation hurts
 I know these are simple words but I always told her I loved her first
 I used to be so immature
 Even though the love was pure
 I was never always all yours
 Some of them nights on tour
 You could've walked out through the open door
 When the love turned into a war
 And now I'm gonna buy you a house so you know
 You're secure (Sometimes I don't know, no no no)
 Let me get it off my chest (Sometimes I don't know, no no no)
 Turns out how no matter how much money I make I still
 Can't pay to correct (Sometimes I don't know, no no no)
 All of the trauma it still feels fresh,
 But never again will that get me depressed
 Don't mind going out as a legend as
 Long as I'm known as Manchester's best
 Sometimes I don't know, no no no
 Sometimes I don't know, no no no
 Sometimes I don't kno- oh oh oh
 Sometimes I don't know
 Sometimes I don't know, no no no
 Sometimes I don't know, no no no
 Sometimes I don't kno- oh oh oh
 Sometimes I don't know
 

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Duration
04:10
Key
10
Tempo
139 BPM

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