Some deep thinking that I just did Was 13 masked up with a ching Thought it was it But I got clocked And ever since It just made me pop I was like 9 years old when I knew that I could go far in life Stop chilling with these yutes Start spitting out rhymes
Sitting back quarantined alone as a bitch, staring at the four walls up in da crib, reminiscing about the good times, yeah that one was lit. I start to look deeper unraveling through the ethers a time I’d never wanna relive. I hope and pray that dis ain’t the same shit for my kids. Up on da road, automatically my soul was sold to the streets is where it’s at. Sippin on yak, always spit the realist we never cap. Was raised by a single mother, that was hard enough, what’s even harder is a having a son who at the time didn’t give a fuck was a menace to society, but momma always ride with me, even if she had to bury me at the cemetery. Being a big gangsta wasn’t the worst of the problems. Lookin back I wish my daddy used the condom. But he ain’t even here, to help me with the pain, bottle it all up til I’m labelled criminally insane. I’m on my ones. Never forget about the dons the real ones that rode wiv me when my mom and dad was gone. I still keep it trill. Always keepin it real. I’m the nigga they can never keep concealed, but look. I did some shit that I ain’t proud of, fighting, robbing holding that shank up in my sleeve. If I had to stab I would but would rather get away clean. Ain’t tryna catch a case. Keep shit tied up nice like laces. Wearing the green bandana so Feds can’t identify our faces.
M.E.N Bugzy Malone Watch this, I got a brand new 3 bedroom crib Spotlights in the ceiling it's sick Got a beanbag in the computer room All I need now is Grand Theft Auto 6 Got an office and everything cocaine white In the morning it can get too bright But it doesn't affect me these days 'Cause I've been staying up way too deep in the night Thinking about before it all went bad Before the day I met my real dad Before I knew about money and girls And how they both made my mum get sad Sat counting about 25 bags I'm running out of elastic bands It turns out, when you make money on the road There's nothing you can do with the cash So I jump in the S-Line driving fast Hope I don't bump in to my step-dad 'Cause they say mental abuse is worse than physical abuse And I wanna get him back But I don't wanna do another custodial sentence In a four-by-four pad And I gotta take this time to apologize to my best friend 'Cause we almost crashed Let me try and explain It's intricate because I've never been plain It's intimate because I never contacted A counselor to get rid of this pain I walk with it and now I'm going insane Losing control of my own brain Watching documentaries on serial killers And feeling that I can relate Do you find that strange? Yeah? Ok. Well let me get this straight If I get a life sentence or I don't make it It's 'cause I could not handle the pain I don't wanna hear nobody complain About that's good talent gone to waste 'Cause if I didn't go through what I went through You would have never downloaded my mixtape So let me confide in you Let me get it off my chest Turns out no matter how many tracks I make I still can't handle the stress But I don't watch all the indirects True say man might see me as a threat I don't mind going out as a legend as long As I'm known and Manchester's best So picture the scene I'm sitting on my corner sofa in peace Until I got a call "have you seen yourself in the papers? You're wanted by the police" And I was like what? And it was hot But do you wanna know what was a lot? The night before was the night I went on Twitter Had a direct message from Sloth Just my luck Let me do a Vincent van Gogh 'Cause you know I paint pictures with words And I've still not published one book I was in Panacea trynna get to the bar And my man didn't wanna let me past Pushed me into a family of brothers Before you knew it I'd already been cracked But let me remind these fools Into the devil I turn They stepped back, I stepped forward, play with fire and you're gonna get burned But I must apologize in advance 'cause I didn't want it to end so bad See what happened from there was loose I was in the Manchester Evening News He said he got violently attacked Outside in a taxi he was whacked, and coulda died But that's how you know what the papers tried It was self defense, that's a blatant lie I'm stereotyped And do you wanna know why, I'm a different guy When I was about 8 my mum moved to an area that was heavily white I was in school looking like Wesley Snipes Ben Shermans and a second hand bike Feeling like a donut 'cause I'd already been stabbed by the time I was year 9 Mum didn't want me to see Moss Side Told me that too many people died Between like '91 and '99 that was gang war and violent crime My uncle's face got torn up by the pellets of shotgun like Frankenstein I was sat with him in an M3 that could 0-60 in 4.5 One hand holding the steering wheel Moving quicker than the Batmobile Driving around shooting real when I was about 9 Back when the hood was real A villain, taken Securicor boxes And I don't care if it's hot They don't mean Russell Crowe when They mention the gladiator in the gang war book The first guy that I ever looked up to was Like Batman without the suit Now it's my turn to try and put Manny on the map I just hope I can do it like you Hope I can get one million views Hope that I never get caught with food I hope that Charlie can breathe alright in the smoke 'Cause I set fire to the booth When I realized that grime was English hip hop forget about all the tunes Forget the playlist I wanna go down in history like Tutankhamun Bugzy Malone Leave that playing
They calling me a nut case Your a currupted Politician with a breif case I see face of a man That's never had to struggle Making the poor even more poor We are huddled we like sheep When your asleep they gaining intelligence On how to make things illegal where it Don't make them a profit Then we got in this country Preaching about their profit Allah Pace on this beat like mo Salah
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Listening in 2024still
One of the best instrumenrallssss
I love this, brings back so many memories. Ah I miss being a kid
Only came out 4 years ago
@@SHIZZLE71 lmfao
@@SHIZZLE71 7 years now 🥲
@@FALslayer damn
@@SHIZZLE71 "only 4 years" let's say he turned 18 right when he wrote this, what are you gonna do now? Lmao
good instrumental, i liked bugzy malone tune too.
The beat for anyone interested is
Overwhelmed - Mr SnoWman
Please credit the producer. @mrsnowman
Insane beat.
Such a tune, shame he's not been paid.
Wow what a instrumental
Bringing you back 🙃
BIG UPS MRSNOWMAN PRODUCTIONS
Legend
Some deep thinking that I just did
Was 13 masked up with a ching
Thought it was it
But I got clocked
And ever since
It just made me pop
I was like 9 years old when I knew that I could go far in life
Stop chilling with these yutes
Start spitting out rhymes
Nostalgia...
This would be sick in car with a bass box at night with the car being blacked out
Sounds even sicker on 8000 whatts in my house 👍🏿👍🏻🇬🇧
I might try that out but my license plate likes to vibrate a lot
Sheeeeit this would be banging on a moped radio
Black Aston martin blacked out...cruising in Central London 😎 👌 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Best bears ever😎
The Bars I got will knock you down!
Do M.E.N 2
Thanks
Sitting back quarantined alone as a bitch, staring at the four walls up in da crib, reminiscing about the good times, yeah that one was lit. I start to look deeper unraveling through the ethers a time I’d never wanna relive. I hope and pray that dis ain’t the same shit for my kids. Up on da road, automatically my soul was sold to the streets is where it’s at. Sippin on yak, always spit the realist we never cap. Was raised by a single mother, that was hard enough, what’s even harder is a having a son who at the time didn’t give a fuck was a menace to society, but momma always ride with me, even if she had to bury me at the cemetery. Being a big gangsta wasn’t the worst of the problems. Lookin back I wish my daddy used the condom. But he ain’t even here, to help me with the pain, bottle it all up til I’m labelled criminally insane. I’m on my ones. Never forget about the dons the real ones that rode wiv me when my mom and dad was gone. I still keep it trill. Always keepin it real. I’m the nigga they can never keep concealed, but look. I did some shit that I ain’t proud of, fighting, robbing holding that shank up in my sleeve. If I had to stab I would but would rather get away clean. Ain’t tryna catch a case. Keep shit tied up nice like laces. Wearing the green bandana so Feds can’t identify our faces.
Yes keep it up my g❤
fire
Can we get a through tje night instrumental i cant find one anywere
Neither can I with come through
Mr snowman
good vid m8 ;)
casey white 000p
casey white uyh
What
Who is the best actually by?
It’s called Overwhelmed by MR SnoWman
fcking sick
M.E.N
Bugzy Malone
Watch this, I got a brand new 3 bedroom crib
Spotlights in the ceiling it's sick
Got a beanbag in the computer room
All I need now is Grand Theft Auto 6
Got an office and everything cocaine white
In the morning it can get too bright
But it doesn't affect me these days
'Cause I've been staying up way too deep in the night
Thinking about before it all went bad
Before the day I met my real dad
Before I knew about money and girls
And how they both made my mum get sad
Sat counting about 25 bags
I'm running out of elastic bands
It turns out, when you make money on the road
There's nothing you can do with the cash
So I jump in the S-Line driving fast
Hope I don't bump in to my step-dad
'Cause they say mental abuse is worse than physical abuse
And I wanna get him back
But I don't wanna do another custodial sentence
In a four-by-four pad
And I gotta take this time to apologize to my best friend
'Cause we almost crashed
Let me try and explain
It's intricate because I've never been plain
It's intimate because I never contacted
A counselor to get rid of this pain
I walk with it and now I'm going insane
Losing control of my own brain
Watching documentaries on serial killers
And feeling that I can relate
Do you find that strange?
Yeah? Ok. Well let me get this straight
If I get a life sentence or I don't make it
It's 'cause I could not handle the pain
I don't wanna hear nobody complain
About that's good talent gone to waste
'Cause if I didn't go through what I went through
You would have never downloaded my mixtape
So let me confide in you
Let me get it off my chest
Turns out no matter how many tracks
I make I still can't handle the stress
But I don't watch all the indirects
True say man might see me as a threat
I don't mind going out as a legend as long
As I'm known and Manchester's best
So picture the scene
I'm sitting on my corner sofa in peace
Until I got a call "have you seen yourself in the papers?
You're wanted by the police"
And I was like what? And it was hot
But do you wanna know what was a lot?
The night before was the night I went on Twitter
Had a direct message from Sloth
Just my luck
Let me do a Vincent van Gogh
'Cause you know I paint pictures with words
And I've still not published one book
I was in Panacea trynna get to the bar
And my man didn't wanna let me past
Pushed me into a family of brothers
Before you knew it I'd already been cracked
But let me remind these fools
Into the devil I turn
They stepped back, I stepped forward, play with fire and you're gonna get burned
But I must apologize in advance 'cause I didn't want it to end so bad
See what happened from there was loose
I was in the Manchester Evening News
He said he got violently attacked
Outside in a taxi he was whacked, and coulda died
But that's how you know what the papers tried
It was self defense, that's a blatant lie
I'm stereotyped
And do you wanna know why, I'm a different guy
When I was about 8 my mum moved to an area that was heavily white
I was in school looking like Wesley Snipes
Ben Shermans and a second hand bike
Feeling like a donut 'cause I'd already been stabbed by the time I was year 9
Mum didn't want me to see Moss Side
Told me that too many people died
Between like '91 and '99 that was gang war and violent crime
My uncle's face got torn up by the pellets of shotgun like Frankenstein
I was sat with him in an M3 that could 0-60 in 4.5
One hand holding the steering wheel
Moving quicker than the Batmobile
Driving around shooting real when I was about 9
Back when the hood was real
A villain, taken Securicor boxes
And I don't care if it's hot
They don't mean Russell Crowe when
They mention the gladiator in the gang war book
The first guy that I ever looked up to was
Like Batman without the suit
Now it's my turn to try and put Manny on the map
I just hope I can do it like you
Hope I can get one million views
Hope that I never get caught with food
I hope that Charlie can breathe alright in the smoke
'Cause I set fire to the booth
When I realized that grime was English hip hop forget about all the tunes
Forget the playlist I wanna go down in history like Tutankhamun
Bugzy Malone
Leave that playing
Last lyric should be "Leave that CTRL C CTRL V at another comment section"
B inspired instrumental
Lad
Caldaboss Xd zrc
not even a bugzy instrumental, it's a Mr SnoWman instrumental and was used by sox first
no one knows who sox is though so it dont matter aha
iG-Acid sox is a legend. Not taking anything from bugzy though
Sox is a don, how can you not know he is
It's Bugzy malone not Bugzy manloe
Braz123Gaming YT the fuck?
Kurupt fm, the rest are irrelevant
They calling me a nut case
Your a currupted
Politician with a breif case
I see face of a man
That's never had to struggle
Making the poor even more poor
We are huddled we like sheep
When your asleep they gaining intelligence
On how to make things illegal where it
Don't make them a profit
Then we got in this country
Preaching about their profit
Allah
Pace on this beat like mo Salah
Sick lyrics
Who the fuck is Bugzy manloe :')
Lol