Foreign Beggars - The Cut Deepens lyrics

[Hook: Orifice Vulgatron & Metropolis] We transmit, though speaking in tongues heathen Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance [Verse 1: Metropolis] The beat's a blank canvas Till it's stretched on an easel or gleaming in damp stanzas Of the gully type, flick with paint, cross the brush strokes Oozing out the quill like a thick haze of gun smoke Around these parts, we speak in potent imagery Flows leak to leave the meat soaking miserably Skin-deep, got their souls froze, broken visibly And in my [?] spoke as wizardry Scribing thoughts while I circumnavigate the urban sprawl Drunk junkies swig on Tennent's, hit the curb and fall Just another element of nightlife in the L Where knife slicing is relevant and rife likened to hell I rhyme right for the hell of it, to define why we prevail In a life citing rhetoric to ignite mice to rebel Caught up in an action I just couldn't stop Waiting on the verdict when the gabble hits the wooden block [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron] They asked if I could handle the plight, the white Saracen Night traveler, light scavenger, I affluent Skimmed at the birth, I was spawned at the womb's silicone Prosper no relevance like a door to a tomb's intervals and Here with all things said and done, we precede No limits, no grieve esteem hold at the slow speed I float freely on these planes, the magnetic a black Celica Transport through a ghost, invisible cracked pearl exterior Soul's k**ed, the side wins, time switch was tracked last Cold with the d-dough firmly saddled in my back draft Tryna ride pa**enger, I digress, you die challengers I find so to speak in code or black on canvases Transmission, 2-4 to 580 More than a pastime, I cast and strive daily Fasten the ties, yeah, I fathered those ice babies I'm cla** blind [?], tell me, will draft save me? [Hook x2]