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letra de backdraft - foreign beggars

[verse 1: metropolis]
yo, yo
loose strung fat spitter, gruesome axe swinger
hoodlum track ripper, crookham pad slinger
mercenary old wolf with shoes worn co-rs- past
highly sought after like old don sword master
iron fist (iron fist!)
i insist death to these white-collar highnesses
we strive for [?]
calling out the crimes of the state till they quiet us
with infrared beams, high-tech guns with silencers
the kingpin but not on no bling ting who sings hymns
got my life balanced on a thin string
with a slim hold who flows sort of tinkled
he’s known for a skip oath with folders full of mink gold
and while you sink slow i walk across the quicksand
to reach the oasis where there’s freedom from this sick land
this fam reppin’ hip-hop from uk headquarters
reachin’ worldwide as we fly skies and tread waters

[chorus]
yo, bruh, this means war
foreign beggars givin’ you more than you asked for
this is for them heads that we wanted that hard pour
swingin’ heavy lines that shatter your glass door
[verse 2: orifice vulgatron]
yo, backdraft, poor b-gg-r, [?], sought after
co-rs- laughter, walked after planet, twist the cork father
skulk off paralysis, yo, calamity’s my middle name
scissor snip your mismatch challengers with little brains
i’m switching lanes this in the game, it’s straight take-over
status hold the h’s while your joker face me, game over
i stay colder than souls banished to canada
while you hold hands with [?]
them fassys look at the package on my stamina
push the perimeter, move viciously
imagine what would happen if this rapper pursued the papers
this paper sees me shaping the system like it was porcelain
forced to win, forge my old forgiveness, i was born to sin
i thwart the queen bee and make the house white
move to new paths, we choose to cruise past your -rs- like
[?] [?] this man’s starting a-fresh, yes
harvest to death, embellished, my fetish is carving flesh

[chorus]
yo, bruh, this means war
foreign beggars givin’ you more than you asked for
this is for them heads that we wanted that hard pour
swingin’ heavy lines that shatter your glass door

[verse 3: orifice vulgatron]
yo, we move through in unison with youthful exuberance
dutifully cruising to the future, choose to move with us
or suffer

- foreign beggars

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