In "Murder," Bugzy Malone declares his dominance over a rap scene he sees as lifeless, killed by his own relentless grind and success. He contrasts his independent rise and generational wealth with rivals who go broke and blame others, insisting there is no cheat code, only commitment. The repeated image of a frozen watch and burnt-out wheels suggests wealth pushed to its limit, worn down by constant motion. Beneath the bravado sits a quieter need to break cycles and be seen growing, not just winning.
Murder Lyrics by Bugzy Malone
Let them know, call off
Any kind of talk about a fall off
I’ll be rich forever when I walk off
Albums getting shipped across the border
Let them know, murder
The game isn’t breathing, it’s been a murder
The bezel on my rollie doesn’t turn now
The wheels on my whip are getting burnt out
See what happens when you evolve
You can bring your ego
Had to integrate my dark side but on the (?)
Nothing but grind and commitment
There’s no cheat code
Flew in on a PJ, landed it in Heathrow
The album should have come in cling film
It’s like a kilo and I brought the music business to my city
I’m like Nino
Yeah, I’ve been a veteran of war, took a break
Now these rappers think they’re bullying the game but I’m like Deebo
Waggon with the trimmings, Himalayan on my T-Bowl
Goku when I’m turning Super Saiyan, I get reloaded
Tupac got blasted on a block near the casino
I have to break the cycle, it’s important they see me grow
Independent rapper, no major, still I’m A-list
We’re chatting to my day one and he usually wouldn’t say this
He said you can’t expect a bouquet out of no haters
I’m just giving you your flowers now, you’ll come up as the bravest
And I’ll be generationally wealthy when I’m getting buried
Envy makes them want to send me to the cemetery
You better send the paramedics for my adversaries
It’s killing ’em to smell the cake, let alone the cherries
Little rappers want to argue, I don’t do domestics
I let the money do the talking till they get the message
It’s like I need a money counter just to count my blessings once you overcome the stress
Let them know, call off
Any kind of talk about a fall off
I’ll be rich forever when I walk off
Albums getting shipped across the border
Let them know, murder
The game isn’t breathing, it’s been a murder
The bezel on my rollie doesn’t turn now
The wheels on my whip are getting burnt out
Check what happens when you maintain
You can bring your plain Jane
You can say your government or you can say your stage name
Rappers go broke and then they start to play the blame game
You come off like a thief, it becomes difficult to stay sane
Pele or Diego Maradona, they was great, right?
I was born to speak into the crowd, I don’t get stage fright
Success in my veins like it was a DNA type
I climbed out of the cage like it was an MMA fight
Life is unpredictable, be careful who you mistreat
Vocal like I’m Martin Luther, silly with my big dreams
I’m like Michelangelo painting in the Sistine
I left so many holes in these rappers, they’re like Swiss cheese
Shots fired, shots fired, all of them missed and they couldn’t land a shot if we went toe-to-toe for six freaks
That’s a fighting lyric you can feel when you’re gloved up by any means necessary
Risk it all to succeed
I had to be resilient, I had to be courageous
I had to watch a milli turn my kiddies into traitors
Still I’m not complaining, that’s what happens when you make it from the bottom to the top, the transition isn’t basic
And now that there’s a dynasty, I’m really making history
And they keep on comparing me to Jay-Z and a 50
I just want the youngest to know it don’t happen quickly
They’re calling me the pioneer, the fall off had some mystery
Let them know, fall off
Any kind of talk about a fall off
I’ll be rich forever when I walk off
Albums getting shipped across the border
Let them know, murder
The game isn’t breathing, it’s been a murder
The bezel on my rollie doesn’t turn now
The wheels on my whip are getting burnt out
