But it is difficult, nearly impossible, for any artist of any genre to survive on record sales alone. I'm King of the North. It is categorised as and. We Don't PlayBugzy Malone Lyrics provided by SongLyrics. It was empty when the team arrived, quiet.
I remember running past a lot of sheep. Money will buy you the freedom to spend more time with your family. There would be times when Parklife was on and I couldn't get tickets, and the one year I could get tickets I remember being inspired and thinking 'wow I'd love to perform here on day. Having your freedom taken off you… It's nothing to be proud of. I'm King of the North they call me the.
The album consists of eight and was released after Malone's Part 2 on with. That's a feeling… a feeling a lot of people will never get to experience. Late last year, at an in-store signing in the Arndale Shopping Centre, not far from the restaurant, a queue of screaming supporters stretched hundreds of metres down the road, each fan desperate for a photo or handshake. Can I have the bell start ringing? Alright lets celebrate life I'm the King of the North Like it or lump it Fuck what you thought They come out in their thousands just to support They play trumpets in the background when I talk I wear tracksuits not to be casual I just don't wanna change now, that I'm rich I want to wear what I wore when I was poor And right now I'm tryna' inspire the kids I changed the game I changed the game so much Them niggas are physically scared I'm in your face I'm everywhere to the point man think their visions impaired They don't want me to win They don't want me to get a trophy They want me to kiss their feet But I'm not the king, cause I said that I was the king Just listen to the people speak King! They are memories from a low point in life, his adolescent years, when he began to have dreams, or at least serious thoughts, about life as a career criminal. Bugzy would smile and wave, or break conversation to take a picture. Summer was arriving, and so although it was lunchtime, the restaurant was empty. I didn't know anybody, I didn't go out on a weekend.
At 20, when he had very little in the way of money and his music was still local, Bugzy discovered the Law of Attraction and began to visualize his future. Cause this one gotta be right And this isn't a funeral So you can take the black clothes off And everyone switch their phones off And I'm gonna celebrate life Is that the horns that's sounding? Then about three or four months after moving in, I must have just gone through my sketchbook and looked, and found that the house was very similar: there was an alleyway up the side of it, with the car, the window structures, even down to the little things. Bugzy became involved in boxing he said, when he left jail, the pads and gloves and the neatly roped ring taking his mind elsewhere and away from the roads and the temptations of easy money. I'm King of the North. Bugzy wanted to film the first scenes of the vlog in his boxing gym, tucked discreetly above a grocery shop in Moston, a suburb northeast of Manchester city centre. The three friends huddled at the curb like pre-teens around their first cigarette, largely unseen by the stream of passing traffic and school children.
Bugzy looked over the peeling walls, the painting of the Virgin Mary hung above a door frame, the trophies coated in dust and cobwebs, and for the first time that afternoon, he seemed at home. Alright, we're going in 5 How do I look, am I decent? So they, the supporters, adored him almost unconditionally—a situation that he enjoyed, even revelled in. The guest appearances for the album include , and. Wherever he went in Manchester, the reaction seemed to be the same. Alright lets celebrate life King! And maybe that is how he had always seen things, that the music industry was somehow just another boxing arena, a game of champions and challengers, with money, reputation, freedom, and legacy all at stake.
All songs in the album were classified as explicit. He still feels like an outsider at times; the kid who moved around Manchester so much, that he was never quite sure where he belonged. Too something a little more formal No? In return for their loyalty and support Bugzy offered total honesty on record, unafraid to write about the emotional scars that had affected him so deeply that there are some tracks, like , that he still finds difficult to revisit today. It was music to soundtrack struggle. But every so often Bugzy would catch the attention of a passerby, perhaps a motorist watching from a car window or a woman pushing her child in a pram, and recognition would dawn.
The Fury family had sometimes boxed there before they hit the big time, Kuba said, and Bugzy had shot a music video there too. A rap career realized into reality. It was so foreign to me. The gym looked as if it had not changed much since its rumored opening 70 years ago: there was a large room with heavy punch bags and behind that, in the back, a small sparring ring. It was warm and sunny and the sky over Manchester looked as if it had been blue for months.
I wasn't driving at the time and I'd walk to the shop with that in my mind in the most positive mood I could be and then I'd bump into someone and they'd be like 'what you doing man, you want to jump in? So he and his team had gathered today, on this sunlit afternoon, and decided they would start filming a behind-the-scenes-vlog, lifting the veil on the long hours that had made rap fame look relatively easy. Ladies and Gentlemen Right now you're listening to the King of the North Yo Can I get a clap please? He shied neither from the dazzling highs or the devastating lows that had mapped his life so far. I'm King of the North they call me the. It wasn't that same buzz of making money, every night counting the extra £150, counting the extra £200. I forgot about the picture. I moved over to a place where my Dad was staying in Marple, in Stockport—a bit countryside looking. Bugzy Malone, flanked by his managers Dellessa and Kuba, sat in a corner, stretching his thick limbs over wooden tables, scraping rice off his plate, making small talk, smelling the spice of jerk and pepper roti roll in from the kitchen below.
I can give you a lift. Bugzy wanted to head to his old estate, a few miles away, before dusk would fall over the city. I was living out in the hills somewhere, running ten miles, not speaking to anyone. It was a period of reflection where he spent long hours caged in solitary confinement; feeling deserted at the bottom of the pile, as if the world had forgotten about him, shut off from his mother and his friends and the rest of Manchester, sinking into memories so deep they almost felt real. Right now I'm following my career, but there will come a time where I travel the world and experience everything, with the freedom to wake up when I want, to go and do what I want to do.