Foreign Beggars - Black Hole Prophecies lyrics
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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
