Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coded Rhythm Talk, artist - Foreign Beggars. Album song Asylum Speakers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.09.2003
Record label: Dented
Song language: English
Coded Rhythm Talk |
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 your spineless gimmicks, wisely set, we come precise as physics |
My wisdom on the track like some semen on your nicest biscuits |
Just a violent misfit trying to vocalise my life’s statistics |
Cos hazard be decisively while my peeps release the tightest mixes |
But why should indict tendecies 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 symphatized it 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 |
And maybe sane 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 |
FB’s 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 on the offend, rippin it like a Tyson |
Despite all that my nine to five what is mine and rightful |
Strive for the life that 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 |
Defeating yourself is just your instincts committing treason |
Spitting every season come ice, fire or water |
Enter this next level of malevolence and slaughter |
Prepare for the end of this world cos we ballin' x 8 |