Prime Source - Foreign Beggars

My mind’s in a million places, reconstructing thousands of conversations

With fading faces and tongue-tied up like knotted laces

Waiting for the day the sanctions on my soul get lifted

Twisted off the high grade bung thinking I’m gifted

I’m scared shitless, every next man’s a witness

To these dark days, my soul’s this cold for eternity like icy pathways

Your crew seems to sense a certain benevolence in my presence

Evidently taken aback by the lack of benevolent sentiments

Been known to this cold-hearted inspiration, got me chasing pieces of paper

Hastily wasting precious time constantly blazing

Dissing crazy rappers that actually think that they’re amazing

Re-arranging faces and ley-mans for entertainment

Clocked a breder, stopped a proper for is Dr. Pepper

Making cocky rappers kinda jealous cos we rocked it better

People find security in packs that’s why the plot together

Robin Goods will never fail to rock a track forever

Yo me and got to be rocking on soul joints til our bones ache

And then the beat just stops…

No break

But we carry on

With lines that carry long

Lines like a marathon

Our minds where the madness from

Standing up strong to the bone-breakers

Dough-takers and soul rapers

They’re as dirty as coal rakers

I’d rather be a father at thirty with no paper

Working nine to five for a fiver an hour wager

Not handling funds, they’re all noughts

We handling huns and forethoughts

To stick in our minds like

Some rappers might try but they fall short

Mis-hitting their raps to the wrong side of the ball court

We slicing em down as we see fit

That’s usually with brutally rehearsed verses so the whole town’s in deep shit

We split hairs breders stare with their mouths gaping

In more suspense than is there when the crowd’s waiting

The type rise we’re the prime source

The mind force combined with the right thoughts

Be bruising 'em up like fight-sports

With no gloves show no love to tight source

Trying to lock us down for the trouble that we might cause

Yeah

with more force than forty warlords

Sicker than all of that walking stalking cohorts

Sporting all sorts of emotions fueled by hatred

Burning up at the ends of the golden opputrunites I wasted

Remember back in the day when it was all good, we used to go rave

But now become a slave to the pen and paper just trying to fucking make it

Craving for a little bit of success to make it worth it

Spitting fast

Stopping these cats spaying the rap litter

Eagerly the fat spitter, people see me believe that their chat bitter

the track fitter

Plus drop, to make the average listener realise that the wack must stop

We bust up boys to the side of the road like bus stops

They lack wisdom, but we smacking the rap kingdom

Happily exacting revenge, in fact bringing them

A lack of pretence, apprehending rappers in England

be the one significant other

Making all the brothers shudder like rubbery blubber udders

It’s a wonder this far and stayed sane

Whilst leaving the most heinous of rap crews looking lame

Yo in the mainframe so many rappers are playing games

That should have remained in Staines but instead have come for big-ups

And it’s a crying shame that their minds are kind of lick-up

Like junkies in chains that’s in pain to get their liqour

We’re living in strange times, ruled by law-makers with strange minds

Where schools are rendered useless and fames claimed by train-lines

Most cats flip that bread stop til this track’s dead

In London waving they’re youngest brothers are crackheads

We’re living each day to break the chains of social slavery

Believe it we’re individuals while the media deems us nameless, see

And that’s the reason they made us mean and ready

To be the very heaviest rappers up on the raving scene