Foreign Beggars - Loose on the Leaves lyrics

[Verse 1: Metropolis] Known to turn slave words loose on the leaf Glued to the beat like goo to your new sneaks True heat, spread askew through these zoo streets Peaks a few reached, true a dude speak unique Tell to switch it up, bless 'em with the new me, ooh Food for thought, its a recipe from a sufi Who choose to speak and truth seek its his duty And shine a light, in the night, when the city's gloomy I'm on some abstract preambling Mad Max factor, badlands that we travel in Hairline fracture any wack rapper at a whim Swear a fine actor dab hand at the mandolin You can't handle him, his whole flow is out of phase Moves like a ghost or some lost soul from outerspace Boldly missioning where few dare to reach Known to turn slave words loose on the leaf [Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron] With this kind a momentum it's too hard to stop me These guys are acetate, I'm more like a rock piece Ora shock streets turn a mock doctor knock need Got Es and other such concocts to shot skeen My sh** is hardly sloppy Actin like i cared rockin half a paper poppy Operation solid not shaken like fast jalopies Nor opaquely pink like faintly inked carbon copies I'm a time-travellin' academic, to some I'm just a menace Trying to catch a quick handful from they penance Never were they ever further from the truth But their paranoid perceptions of the boy act as F-X And that's something like a force field Next flex positively powered but the core's real Raw steel four wheel driving, lift the quartz shield Morse spiel, dottin off my messages with forged seals