The Zombie Kids - Puppets and Strings lyrics

[Verse 1] Big ship sailing on the ocean E Channel, blame it on the Odoms Why I want the same P Drizzy got? I still want the same respect RZA got Fans see me daily, say "what's happening?" Said the man is missing like Madeleine Thieving motherf**ers, take the game back I know you kept the receipt in the same bag I love the game, not the politics So cuzzy I ain't making no promises Now even my fam looking at me crazy 'Til they hear I'm out in Lisbon shooting for Mercedes Why you ain't had a number one K? Independent ain't the one K Why don't you do a tune with David Guetta Instead of these Sizzla Kalonji's [Hook] Spray fire, summer burning 16's turned the booth into a furnace Cold winter, broken souls You ain't seen nothing if you never seen broke And the streets hungry, the streets thirsty Need more work, so the bird be up early Old school cheddar like Froggy and [?] It ain't about the paper, because it doesn't concern me Make them say "la la la" The game is full of puppets and strings Make the kiddies sing "la la la" Who's running these Sesame Streets? Not Ernie or Kermit Who put East London on the map? East until they bury me in a Louis bag And I've been cooking up a storm like Heston Because my n***as want me back like Desmond's [Verse 2] Small fish, big ocean Back against the ropes, Hulk Hogan I was listening to Layer Cake the other day Still feel the same way as what I wrote then You're too real for your own good f** keeping it real for your own hood We know you're a creative but what about commerce? Well maybe Rock'n'Rolla, that was too commerc' But if you released Nite Nite now? Man would see some Our Price sales Kano on some Wet Wet Wet sh** But what you want from me is not what I'm obsessed with Downside of a forward thinker You do it first, but they do it bigger Then I say I might as well sell out But my heart fought my head and knocked his brain cells out [Hook] Spray fire, summer burning 16's turned the booth into a furnace Cold winter, broken souls You ain't seen nothing if you never seen broke And the streets hungry, the streets thirsty Need more work, so the bird be up early Old school cheddar like Froggy and [?] It ain't about the paper, because it doesn't concern me Make them say "la la la" The game is full of puppets and strings Make the kiddies sing "la la la" Who's running these Sesame Streets? Not Ernie or Kermit Who put East London on the map? East until they bury me in a Louis bag And I've been cooking up a storm like Heston Because my n***as want me back like Desmond's [Bridge] 1, 2 I don't really talk that much… I don't even know what to say… [Verse 3] I was gonna send this part to Wretch But now I'm gonna tell you this story instead But he would have murdered it, yep Certainly, yep Just like my brother Ghetts But I've got a few things on my chest And no, I'm not talking no chain They say heavy is the head that wears the crown, let me explain I was like poster boy of this Grime sh** After Dizzee and Wiley Boys Love Girls on vinyl [?] but you know I'm flying Then I got a deal with 679 Money in the bank, yeah P was alright Had a little beef in the ends of course, but I guess that's just f**ing life First album, let's call that a cla**ic P's and Q's, n***a that was magic Even though at the time people were like that's hip hop, not grime or garage Label didn't want to put song out Plan B still tells me I was nuts Because when I play that sh** right now, people still go f**ing nuts A hundred thousand records sold, yeah we made it, yeah we made it And I wouldn't trade it for no platinum, I'd go gold and keep my soul Overseas, we're flying out Eating good, yeah dining out Paid for n***as alcohol, so what the f** they whining about? Soph*more, that was London Town, with some mixtapes in the middle Some said I had gone commercial, but I think it's how they led the singles I wanted to drop "Bad Boy" first, then "Buss It Up" Couldn't see eye to eye, yeah we're both stubborn f**s Couldn't see my vision, I weren't into being rich That was hip-hop's younger sibling that was into being different Then "This Is The Girl" with more fame than I was wishing Now the [?] want more bars, the boss wants more singing Gone. Slayed on the cross. Make everybody run and say Kano fell off Then 140 Grime Street reigned on you who*es Independent and still better than that major manure Method to the MAADness, money where my mouth is Sixty grand canvas, f** your fake Banksys I live and die for my art But sometimes the industry will push a knife through your heart My legacy will definitely be rhymes and the bars But time will tell if I was the Nas And I ain't never sounded like Steps just to climb up the charts So if I ain't a f**ing puppet, that's a minor m'dawg Some will say that I'm underrated, some will say I've underachieved Some will say that I'm a genius, some say that I'm a G Hope they know that I am legend and don't need no puppeteer Because one thing that's crystal clear is I'm a f**ing pioneer Yeah, I want my props this year, position missionary - back on top this year Bopping into Harrods, couple bags and ask is anybody selling any props in here I want one in every colour mate...