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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foreign Beggars
Foreign Beggars
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pavan Mukhi
Pavan Mukhi
Songwriter
Ebow Graham
Ebow Graham
Composer
Rob Swire
Rob Swire
Lyrics
Gareth McGrillen
Gareth McGrillen
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gareth McGrillen
Gareth McGrillen
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Set it off (set it off), set it up You are the front line prone and you're getting crushed Ready to bust, mind blow when you think of us About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt Set it off (set it off), set it up You are the front line prone and you're getting crushed Ready the bust mind blow when you think of us About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt Set it off (set it off), set it up You are the front line prone and you're getting crushed Ready the bust mind blow when you think of us About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt Yeah, transmitting live from the Apex We got the real fine shit for your tape decks We bring the heat suttin messy like a splayed chest Fully automatic how we sprayin' fam we staying blessed We straight devil with the face set Living in the game makes you heavy like a bayonet I keep it patient like I'm playing chess Even though we barely keep on slaving like a way a debt We breaking necks like the world series Other rappers sweating bullets as I burn millies I keep a gully while I'm form my life blood Every minute waiting a minute I can earn silly And I ain't talking about cash flow I'd par your swag in a flash if I was mad broke It's Foreign Beggars, stepping up to the plate While they distined to be spending oblivion in a black hole You don't wanna rock with me No, you don't wanna rock with me Wa-wanna with me No-no you don't wanna with me You don't wanna rock with me No you don't wanna rock with me Wa-wanna with me No-no you don't wanna with me You don't wanna rock with me No you don't wanna rock with me Wa-wanna with me No-no you don't wanna with me Set it off (set it off), set it up You are the front line prone and you're getting crushed Ready to bust, mind blow when you think of us About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt Yeah, yeah Raw, the matter how we came as a team Whole strees go against the grain of the scene The jagged-edge flow cuts deep like a serrated blade Sawing through your industry doors come on we're crazy cray We're at the midnight hour, causing upheaval Silhouettes in the black light, I still see you Emerging out of the depths, it's brought that gutter sound Full speed, leading the wolf pack across the town It's Foreign Beggars yeah, showing no teeth We roll so deep of that Agent O speech Spitting projectiles flows the 'go go' scene My big red button destroys the whole globe reach That's the motif, so sleek, mo' heat Ink stains blot out the sun when they soak sheets It's that gully grip live off the mothership Only one question to ask, you wanna fuck with this?
Writer(s): Gareth Mcgrillen, Robert Swire Thompson, Ebow Graham, Pavan Anil Mukhi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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