Lyrics Apex (Dirtyphonics Remix) - Foreign Beggars

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Set it off, set it up
You are the front line peon and you're getting crushed
Ready the bust mind blow when we take it rough
About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt

Yeah, transmitting live from the apex
We got the real fine shit for your tape decks
We bring the heat something messy like a splayed chest
Fully automatic how we sprayin fam we staying blessed
We straight devil with the face set
Levelling the game makes you heavy like a bayonet
I keep it patient like I'm playing chess
Even though we barely keep it steady like a way of deck
We breaking necks like the world series
Other rappers sweating bullets as I burn millies
I keep a gun like a buddy for my life-blood
Every minute waking is a minute I can earn silly
And I ain't talking about cash flow
I probably swaggin' or flashing if I was mad broke
It's foreign beggars step it up to the plate
While they destined to be spending oblivion in a black hole

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You don't wanna with me
No you don't wanna with me
Wa-wanna with me
No you don't wanna with me

Raw, the manor how we came as a team
Hold these doors the grey-end of the scene
The jagged-edge flow cuts deep like a serated blade
Sawing through your industry doors come on we're crazy cray
We are at the midnight hour, causing upheaval
Silhouettes in the black light I still see you
Emerging out of the depths [?]
Full speed Leading the wolf pack across the town
It's foreign beggars yeah, showing no teeth
We roll so deep of the Agent O speech
Spitting projectiles flows the 'go go' seen
My big red button destroys the whole globe reach
That's the motif, so sleek, mo' heat
Ink stains blot out the sun when he soak sheets
It's that gunny grip live off the mothership
Only one question to ask, you wanna fuck with this?