Lyrics The Cut Deepens - Alix Perez, Foreign Beggars

The Cut Deepens

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
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
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 mind clocks each speeds 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
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
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
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 killed, the side wins, time switch was tracked last
Cold with the d-dough firmly saddled in my back draft
Tryna ride passenger, 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 class blind sagey, tell me, will draft save me?
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
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