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Bugzy Malone

Through The Night

 

Through The Night

(album: King Of The North - 2017)


Looking like war
It's looking like beef
Tell them I'm lurking nigga don't sleep
I'll ride into your village on horseback
5000 soldiers in my fleet
But it's looking like war
It's looking like beef
And they've had nothing but invisible beef
They can bring troops because I'm like Ares
I'm a warlord but I've never been greek
Now it's looking like war
It's looking like beef
Looking like you coming up against me
Looking like Bugzy Malone's top 3
And certain man are getting too old to compete
Certain man are getting to old for this grime ting now
Man are way too big for these beats
When they album dropped everybody stop listening
To his album after one week
Now your looking confused looking at me
You sing now but you didn't sing last week
Oh you want to make a track for the galdem
Because the galdem love beauty and the beast
This ones a robbery with no baly and gloves
Man know I got a bare faced cheek
I'm not from London but when I go London
Man know I got a army behind me

With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

What did he want to do next
This ones simple it's not complex
Man don't start showing me respect
Then I'm going to start putting guillotines on knecks
It's not that deep it's not the Loch ness
But I'll start taking shots like George Best
Man start trying to cook something up for me
When I'm Gordon Ramsay and they're just the chef
Gogglebox everybody looking at me
MC's blinking like they can't be
How can a guy come from out of town
Come to town and fuck up the whole grime scene?
How much money does he make per show?
And how much did he make from the EP?
Wait I know man started his own label
He must have way more money than me (damn right!)
How did he get that car? (Life!)
How did he come so far? (Life!)
How did he go from selling drugs signing on
To becoming a star? (Oh Life!)
I'm like the Leonardo Dicaprio forget about trophy's
I just want to know have you ever counted
£500, 000 out in £20 notes? No?
Because I've never been standard
You can get lost out here and get stranded
Anybody coming to the north tryna fuck with the King
On a boat or ship and get anchored
All hands on deck because I don't take kindly to idol threats
These MC's are some overnight MC's
That's why they want me dead

With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

More money more life more more money more life
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life I don't fuck with none of these guys
It's groggy season Rucka's have the Rucka's
Most of these MC's are just mulptures
Dem man say I'm just lucky
Like said I don't know bar for bar I'm just mucky
I'll make a dark-skinned MC crumble
Just like a double chocolate chip cookie
I'm King Kong
I'll make a light-skinned MC sound like a new born puppy
They can tease me they can round the whole scene up
But it's not going to make a difference on G-Dot
Dem man are pissed off because they've got shows
But right now they're performing for peanuts
What kind of a MC looks at the DJ
Reaches out for the decks to get wheel ups
You're not a MC you're just a copycat it won't last

With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

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