Foreign Beggars - Prime Source lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 sh**less, 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 co*ky 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 [Verse 2] 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 sh** We split hairs breders stare with their mouths gaping In more suspense than is there when the crowd's waiting [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] 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 f**ing 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 [Hook] x 2