DAVINCI Songtext
von Bugzy Malone

Ah, d′you know what?
I just have to keep loosening up in this shit, you know
To me, this is like my notebook, I'm just sketching
You get what I′m tryna say, bro?
I feel like I'm a real credible artist out here, you know
More than a rapper
Bugzy AKA Da Vinci
Easy

In the Mona Lisa, there's hundreds of layers of paint
Call this Da Vinci ′cause there′s hundreds of layers of pain
Oh my God, watch this

They ain't heard from me in a second
I′ve been knee-deep in grieving, I've been needing a blessing
It′s like the old me's deceased and I′ve just buried the coffin
But that's the price you pay for crazy progression
I need the best to be ballistic, I want bullet protection
'Cause rappers start taking shots when they can smell a recession


I own the rights to all my music, that′s a heavy collection
Now I′m a landlord, rent collecting is my profession
Watch the mic go up in flames like I do telekinesis
If I close my eyes and focus, I can blow it to pieces
When you come up from the mud, you better shake off the leeches
I just think I'm the realest and I go in the deepest
So when I spit, you see it vivid like you′re sleeping and dreaming
When I was younger, uncle told me he was fighting a demon

Everybody called him mad, I think I really believed him
There was a murder in his gaff and after that, he was tweaking
When he got sectioned, I was fourteen, visiting the mental institution
Every day, I had my shank because I wanted retribution
For my family or my gang, I would've done an execution
I′ll just say it how it is, I just think your wire's different
When you grow up hearing stories about murder as a kid
It′s like you smell it in the air, you can feel it in your ribs
I'm like Da Vinci with the pencil, I'm just sketching what I think
But let me throw the kitchen sink, ah


I heard an article, something ′bout the North
And it said, "Who′s the real king?" but I thought, "Let me not reply"
I'll wait until I′m on the mic, you stand in front of any guy
And ask him, "Who the fuck d'you think?"
Let me simplify the facts and we′ll just see if it sinks in
Age eleven, I got home late 'cause I′d been stabbed
I got in back like Vinnie Jones in lock stock covered in glass
Thirteen, my cousin asked me for a spade
And we was digging 'til the early hours '
Til eventually we found a strap

Fourteen, I got nicked on an attempted murder
Fifteen, my mate committed murder
Sixteen, I′m sat in jail
Seventeen, I′m getting active with the scales
Eighteen, I'm in designer like I written Timmy Turner
Nineteen, I lost a boxing match and called it a day
Twenty, I was so depressed, I nearly called it a day
Twenty-one, I made a plan, I′m really tryna escape
So twenty-two, I'm back to kicking doors off on the estate
Twenty-three, I counted fifty, I was well on my way

Twenty-four, I made a mill and all my taxes were paid
Twenty-five, I dropped a mill on a house with electric gates
So twenty-six, I got my Huracan same colour as my Wraith
I spent three milli′ on my London crib, rented it out

Standing out in the Stour, oh, there's not many about
I hear them talking about numbers like I′m in it for clout
I was never tryna be famous, I was tryna get out
If they do pop, they can't talk about me like we're the same
Like rap music ain′t for kids that come from serious pain
Before rap, they were legit and now they work for the game
Before rap, I knew some shooters that would blow out your brain
The industry are gatekeepers and the North couldn′t play

When I started rapping, none of us were making a wage

So for them to get paid, I had to blow off the gate
That makes me king of the North until I'm dead in my grave
I learned to hustle from the boys on pedal bikes in the rain
That means I′m self-employed, so don't be shouting my name
I bought the Lamborghini cash, now that′s a separate lane
And I get man of the match because I'm Messi on stage

Suicidal as a kid, then I seen Cassius Clay
That′s when I realised what it was to be great
I said I'd represent the strugglers and I'd show them the way
And then I made my first tape, that′s why I′m setting the pace
I'm Leonardo with the biro like I wrote this in Latin
Every album′s up a level, you might notice a pattern
I've been a savage all my life, but now I′m finding a balance
You become a crouching tiger when you're hiding a dragon

I guess I changed the game, you know, an inspiration for the kids
And every time I′ve taken aim, I didn't miss, I'm like John Wick
My hitters had to quarantine, I made them physically sick
And that′s back when I was Manchester rich, but now it′s different

In the Mona Lisa, there's hundreds of layers of paint
Call this Da Vinci ′cause there's hundreds of layers of pain
Ah