Testo What Goes Up - Foreign Beggars
Testo della canzone What Goes Up (Foreign Beggars), tratta dall'album Asylum Speakers
You get ostracised from the environment
Quicker than picket line-crossing firemen
When picking fights with Ben
Up your strength like Heineken
Or retire from your assignment
I'm wilder than a hyperactive minor swinging frying pans
When curtains rise and I commence
I've got rappers hiding under caps like spermacides in diaphragms
I'm so hype when many eyes attempt to view surmise
Then I began the night by swigging vials of liquid nitrogen
To see me you'll have to raise your game a bit
I'll fuck your mind so much I'll learn which way's its favourite
Plus when I diss you I'll make sure you stay ashamed of it
I'll staple your anus lips and tape you parading it
Think Tacs' white face means rap ain't my taste?
You fags are lightweight like packs of rice cakes
I attack the masses like a savage primate
Causing panic with the damage from my rapid fire rate
What goes up must come down
Gravity won't save you now
Behold the basic premise of the sound that's in your ear
Is we take you from the zenith right down to the nadir
What goes up must come down
Gravity won't save you now
Behold the basic premise of the sound that's in your ear
Is we take you from the zenith right down to the nadir
You see me? People call me the tangled analyst
The arrogant rap bastard spitting acid raps at pacifists
Jagged fists swing bringing a man to meet his maker
And hate to stand still I feel to spit a verse and take a grand
Make a man simmer listen good I'm in it to win it and then some
Looking to play the field
I'm running a mile while you're still up at attention
You're lacking direction like a broken bus
Your rhymes are so old you're leaving a cypher coated in vocal dust
You hopeless fucks need to close your mouths and beg your pardon
Fuck Bin Laden man I started bombing tracks in kindergarten
So pick a card if you think you're hard enough for half the stuff
Your arse smells harsher than a nasty
Buff that called your father's bluff
Seemingly bored mind torn thoughts conflicting
Treat art like a sport force rappers spitting quick things
To hold the tongues I spit with swollen lung capacity
Holding one mic I mold your life like it was plasticine
What goes up must come down
Gravity won't save you now
Behold the basic premise of the sound that's in your ear
Is we take you from the zenith right down to the nadir
What goes up must come down
Gravity won't save you now
Behold the basic premise of the sound that's in your ear
Is we take you from the zenith right down to the nadir
I dip into raps like pissheads eating chicken kebabs
Or death wishing junkies sniffing up skag
Open up like a fist in a vag
I was missing in action now I'm back to fill in the facts
Ripping up tracks like timesheets
When your supervisor finds you skiving
Lighting a pipe when you're required for driving
High as a kite like a microlight on the skyline
Your pride is denied if we're fighting
Like it was time and I've had a skinful
'Cos even with my bladder well full
I'm still rapping skillful
Attack on impulse like cats to little rats and squirrels
I leave you twats as cripples
Like your backs were brittle and hammers hit you
It now stands official
Local town councillors fear this anarchist's rule
They know my mayhem is taking its toll
I'm not restrained by the planet's gravitational hold
What goes up must come down
Gravity won't save you now
Behold the basic premise of the sound that's in your ear
Is we take you from the zenith right down to the nadir
What goes up must come down
Gravity won't save you now
Behold the basic premise of the sound that's in your ear
Is we take you from the zenith right down to the nadir
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Writer(s): Pavan Anil Mukhi, Dag Patrick Torgersbraten
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