Foreign Beggars - Pisstake Pictures lyrics

Rock sick shows, leave big crowds hyped up
Shout real loud, Don powerhouse, steel mouth
Keep weak cowards locked tight in the rhyme box
Shower down line after line of fine rhyme rocks
I run it red like tampons
Stamp on batty man that wan' fi get the ramp on
Trample in the dance, dapper man, I wan' fi chat some
Vulgatron, man, I'll hold your grandson for ransom
Mad money meddlin', big buck embezzler
Take no shit like big fuckin' wrestler
Kidnap your boss an' bitch-slap the rest of ya
Told me 'bout your gal, no question who's pressin' her
Never chat breeze, straight Foreign Beggar policy
Pisstake pictures painted on your property
Messed up performer, pester pros properly
I'll revisit an' go fuckin' topple your monopoly

We see the truth like warriors in Lebanon
We proceed, not carin' who we're steppin' on
Don't believe that any man should have to wear a gun
Times may be tough, but we still have to carry on
[2x]

These man try run before they can even walk straight
Gal tear a hole in your pocket, leave you short-changed
Talk ain't nothing but air and lost for space
Best to get your head through the door before your jaw break
Take ten seconds to retrace your steps
Think twice or get your whole crew smacked right to left
You might regret meddling in other people's business
Never leave a trace, a blind eyewitness
Man get scared shitless when I grab a mic
Most of these beginners be feedin' my rapper appetite
Slap a guy, man a try fi lie - dem a haffi die
And if I ever need to run, I'll have an alibi
Eradicate your crappy faggot rappers at a rate
I'm at your gate, I'm 'bout to get and strap you up as tackle bait
To activate the battle trap so I can start to flagellate
Smack your mate, cut a rope and then actually start to masturbate

We see the truth like warriors in Lebanon
We proceed, not carin' who we're steppin' on
Don't believe that any man should have to wear a gun
Times may be tough, but we still have to carry on
[2x]

Time's twisted the story far from the truth
With no hope for cure, we live life aloof
Distanced from a state of mind free and stable
No place to turn, I throw my cards 'pon the table
Lifestyle exposed by lies and scheming parasites
Style-wise, leaving every trackside vandalised
Nighttime line runner, superstar anonymous
Beggin' from a foreign number, bands of squalid followers
Walk through these days of pain, these eyes tearful
Spider-like instincts, strapped for survival
Bring forth the rival squad of armed bandits
Really don't think you understand how hard my hand hits
And if the plan fits the bill, we move silent
Ride with a tribe of like-minded pirates
My home is a timeless zone of grey matter
Where the poor stay beggin' and the rich get fatter

We see the truth like warriors in Lebanon
We proceed, not carin' who we're steppin' on
Don't believe that any man should have to wear a gun
Times may be tough, but we still have to carry on
[2x]

(Carry on...)