Foreign Beggars

Foreign Beggars - Black Hole Prophecies lyrics

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(Verse)

We gatherin' celebration o' life when embracin' the mike

1 taste o' my strife, full straight from the fight

Raisin' my right fist to a blazin' height

Statin' my right to recite, I’ll be taking a flight

Lazin' above clouds, huh, ravin' up high, I

Sail to my touchdown when I clutch crowds & I bust loud

& instruct how the rhyme form can be twisted, can be

Lifted above norms, handed visions

Random writtens that drop jaws, makin' yo clock pause, I’m

Shamin' to clog pores, aimin' to lock jaws, changin' the fuck laws

As we come to fore, inspired by the sweet scent o' skunk from the floor

Words tumblin' 4th, crumblin' hordes

In verses they stumble o' course & burst under my force

Survivors left in their wonder & awe

As we exit stage left to thunderin' applause

(Verse 2)

He lives alone in a black hole

It’s’s the bow legged masochist who’s savage wit a crack pole

He snatched souls, ravaged whole towns, villages

Stole pounds wit which he fills the cold mouth he dribbles wit

He comes around ya wit his gold & brown vintage kicks

Tryna snoop around to use sum' ol' sounds from ninja flicks

They let him go about his business, say he wasn’t to be trusted as he tends to things wit clenched fists

(Hook)

Iron Man slang is the 1 wit vile tongue

Spit venom, still strip yellin' by the hollow home

Ice-faced vagrants take flight like a bird o' prey

We murder, praise, first enslave vermin & break their vertebrae

Pilot plans scams from the brain o' the Sire scum

Higher strand math from the stray who defiles slums

We walk fo'ward, make haste until the sundown

Livin' to the fullest, feel like bullets from a thundacloud

(Verse 3)

He came to Earth to make a mark on this existence

Wit a strategy so elusive most remark wit thick indifference

It’s the visions o' the ancients’ lost words at the episcopal

Risen from within, he sips a gourd that’s filled wit pilfered souls

As tho he walks amongst the damned, holdin' nothin'

But a cold can o' fiction in his hand

He was a storyteller, outlaw, workin' on a masterpiece

Head amidst his hands, he chased the stars until the laugh deceased

A common thief bestowed 4th into oblivion

Caught past the millions o' warlord’s forced dominions

The cold hearts o' billions, the raw stock simian

Forethought sought to spawn his brawn amongst his minions

He spread his wisdom wit a strange grin

The Grand Wizard Alchemist Prison Rat who chased skin

He played king to all those who drifted

The sweet taste o' sin plagued the tin he pegged his lips wit

(Verse 4)

A humble home in the shredded threads o' a borrowed bra

But my bowl holds sorrows in a hollow hold

So, I will be Apollo mode

Meanin' I’m a grifter who was raised by a bull wit a rubba tongue

Me, I run a rhythm like a cartel

Neva stop givin' them the sharp nail, hard tail

We impart dark tales in the deep o' night

Poised, the poison tips all sail at the speed o' light

(Hook)

Iron Man slang is the 1 wit vile tongue

Spit venom, still strip yellin' by the hollow home

Ice-faced vagrants take flight like a bird o' prey

We murder, praise, first enslave vermin & break their vertebrae

Pilot plans scams from the brain o' the Sire scum

Higher strand math from the stray who defiles slums

We walk fo'ward, make haste until the sundown

Livin' to the fullest, feel like bullets from a thundacloud

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