Текст песни Coded Rhythm Talk - Chester P , Foreign Beggars
I
walk
with
an
army
of
zombies,
dancing
and
chanting
Bloodfests
and
orgies,
skeletons
are
marching
With
ogres
and
martians
Evil
cantations
Paegans
and
witches,
the
flight
of
a
raven
Songs
from
the
gravestones,
fire
from
the
rooftops
Brimstone
and
lightning,
curse
of
a
cyclops
My
rage
in
a
red
cloud,
vortex
of
cyclones
Storms
in
a
teacup,
fight
til
my
eyes
closed
Is
this
my
coffin
or
a
lifeboat
to
Cairo?
Ships
on
the
dead
sea,
offspring
of
pirates
Offerings
for
lost
gods
buried
in
the
silence
The
thirteenth
ghost
from
the
halls
of
the
asylum
Giants
of
seance,
rain,
sun
or
hailstones
Stopped
in
my
tracks,
handcuffed
to
a
rail
road
Waiting
for
a
slow
train
due
before
morning
Welcome
to
the
end
of
the
world
that
we're
born
in
I'm
going
to
try
and
kick
it
with
that
rhyming
shit
that's
scientific
But
even
my
lightest
lyrics
seem
like
hieroglyphics
to
mindless
critics
Fuck
[?]
gimmicks,
[?]
we
come
precise
as
physics
My
wisdom
on
the
track
like
some
semen
on
your
nicest
cuits
Just
a
violent
misfit
trying
to
vocalise
my
life's
statistics
Cos
[?]
decisively
while
my
peeps
release
the
tightest
mixes
But
why
should
[?]
as
Hitler's
Trying
to
fix
this
wine
because
the
light's
ballistics
Symbiotic
structure
of
flows,
rhymes
and
drum
patterns
Shattering
soundscapes
raise
your
wordplay
with
shaking
atoms
Staggering
through
time
and
space
like
beligerent
individuals
Foreign
Beggars
[?]
nice
but
not
hospitable
Visual
conceptualisation
resulted
in
coded
rhythm
talk
Diminishing
listenings
[?]
written
in
chalk
Making
a
stalk
are
the
weaker
seeds
of
the
first
signs
My
third
eye
sheds
a
tear
through
fear
of
the
burning
light
Cold-hearted
Insane
[?]
at
the
same
time
So
evil
We're
all
gunna
be
slaughtered
I'm
the
son
of
a
demon
Conceived
with
no
semen
The
hell-raiser
Threw
in
a
razor
and
can't
feel
it
I
see
through
an
eye-patch
I'm
just
about
breathing
The
cobwebs
are
bleeding
Revealing
my
feelings
Half
brother
of
Damien
Drinking
uranium
I'll
snatch
up
the
atmosphere
and
put
out
the
sunlight
What
could
be
better
than
spoiling
your
fun
so
Feast
on
a
new-born
and
fetish
for
tongue
is
How
I
became
to
be
known
as
the
one
I'm
a
flesh
crawling
hybrid
Crossed
with
a
dinosaur
T-Rex
power
drill
banging
on
your
front
door
Skin
scorched
bad
like
the
singing
detective
Lord
of
all
darkness,
the
true
Loch
Ness
[?]
on
deception
like
a
lethal
injection
Protection
from
my
crucifix
ends
in
rejection
Prepare
for
the
end
of
this
world
cos
we're
ballin'
I'm
dryly
spiteful
It's
higher
it's
highly
insightful
Orifice
[?]
like
a
Tyson
[?]
Despite
all
that
my
nine
to
five
what
is
mine
and
rightful
Strive
for
the
[?]
is
nice
because
finding
rhymes
is
highly
delightful
Lies
are
viral,
especially
when
dispersed
by
meisers
on
vinyl
I'm
violently
inclined
like
the
plight
of
a
tyrant's
rival
Can't
to
decide
whether
to
confide
in
a
knife
or
bible
Providing
a
fight
in
spite
is
just
a
coward's
cry
for
survival
Attention
defecit
reflection
of
edgy
restlessness
Never
mention
perfection
yes
I
dwell
in
the
densest
crevices
My
head
is
where
the
best
of
them
perish,
the
battle's
effortless
Feeding
off
the
fact
that
you're
stressing
'bout
your
defencelessness
Every
single
person's
a
victim
for
different
reasons
Spitting
every
season
come
ice,
fire
or
water
Enter
this
next
level
of
malevolence
and
slaughter
Prepare
for
the
end
cos
we
ballin'
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