paroles de chanson One-Take - Foreign Beggars feat. Metropolis, Grim Finsta & Anik
We
are
not
asked
that
the
rules
of
the
game
should
be
modified
But
if
anybody
likes
to
play
rough,
we
can
play
rough
too
1:
Metropolis]
Who
keeps
theshining
like
the
break
of
dawn?
Metropolis
sick
no
matter
what
break
I'm
on
Synonymous
with
Orifice
Bringing
it
on
like
cheerleaders
in
a
wack
flick
that
should
have
been
a
porn
True,
I'm
a
sick
brother
you
should
call
me
diseased
Move
through
weak
MCs
like
SARS
in
Chinese
And
bras,
pry
them
open
with
a
crowbar
What,
I
wasn't
sober
- met
her
in
a
Soho
bar
Yeah
it's
over,
like
Claire
Short's
career
I
put
thoughts
to
prayers
The
weight
of
my
words,
that's
a
deep
cross
to
bear
[?]
habitual
rap
business
addicted
to
Trying
to
live
it
through
[?]
Find
out
from
no-names
Begging
on
foreign
terrain,
we
don't
play
no
games
The
inky
blue-blackthat
stain
your
vein
And
leave
the
rhythm
tagged
up
like
my
name
on
the
train
Too
many
brothers
on
my
job
I
guess
I
hold
weight
So
when
we
roll
tape
It's
over
in
one
take,
shake
Battle
masses
like
an
earthquake
Make
em
wonder
why
they
came
out
in
the
first
place
Es
ist
kaum
zu
fassen,
was
für'n
Sound
wir
nach
draußen
lassen
Und
das
ganze
in
'ner
anderen
Sprache
pas
de
probleme
All
day
we're
blazing
Po
And
now
we're
getting
late
for
the
show
But
that's
already
fucking
ages
ago
Now
take
off
your
clothes
Cos
it's
getting
hot
in
this
We
got
Orifice,
Mr
Gray
Nichols,
Hoik
and
Metropolis
Most
people
feel
the
need
to
impress
I
just
got
the
steez,
I
carry
em
deep
in
my
chest
And
yo,
heads
ain't
ready
for
heavy
lines,
I
testify
I
keep
it
steady
though
life
is
messy
in
SE5
You
were
petrified,
when
I
first
stepped
on
the
scene
But
you
don't
even
matter
to
me
I
manifest
a
state
of
mind
of
me,
myself
and
I
And
space
and
time
when
I
phrase
my
rhymes
Yo,
you're
tongue-tied
like
rappers
in
a
wack
battle
[?]
jack
a
whole
truck-load
of
man
cattle
Can
grapple,
man
I
wouldn't
talk
if
I
couldn't
walk
(stupid
dork)
Fronting
like
a
priest
when
you're
cooking
pork
You're
fucking
caught
looking
dumb
with
your
pants
down
The
fact
is,
blud,
you're
looking
like
a
damn
clown
You're
steady
trembling,
stuck
in
a
rut
with
ten
of
them
Cluckin'
and
spit
[?]
and
raps
with
mad
adrenalin
Man
i
can't
remember
when
we
had
it
so
bad
It's
like
my
world's
caving
in,
game
over
- low
hand
I
seek
to
represent
my
destiny
I
can't
believe
my
luck
I
feel
my
soul
seeking
peace
but
I'm
weak
as
fuck
I
need
to
break
from
these
chains
and
shackles
Head
games,
mad
boys
trying
to
take
and
tackle,
what
But
I'm
about
to
get
what's
naturally
mine
Mind
is
searching
for
the
truth
moving
backwards
in
time
We
keep
it
rough
You
guys
are
too
even
Fags
need
a
bad
black
and
blue
beating
Kind
of
stranger
like
who's
Steven?
Dude
it's
hateful
when
you
speaking
New
words
and
new
meanings
The
second
son
of
a
man
from
New
Zealand
Like
my
forefathers,
my
crew's
region
Germany,
France
even
to
Sweden
Bring
the
fumes
on
yo
to
the
room
ceiling
A
bad
time
to
resume
breathing
Your
fucking
brains
are
too
tiny
to
see
them
I
hate
to
use
my
true
feelings
Bitch
I'll
beat
you
for
no
reason
Had
hurt
you
A
sling
shot,
an
arc
of
a
heart
circle
We're
ill
if
you
dudes
noticed
Ten
thousand
men
just
a
few
focussed
[Hook]
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