Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glacial, artist - Foreign Beggars. Album song Asylum Speakers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.09.2003
Record label: Dented
Song language: English
Glacial |
| It’s going down like that |
| B-Believe it |
| I lost my way home while exploring the galaxy |
| When I chill I’m talking glacial |
| Lace any break with an understated skill |
| Make it feel like you’re in an fabricated reel |
| Like spending hours taking pills |
| Welcome to my animated film |
| Journeys through stainless steel |
| My will’ll cut sharper than any sabre will |
| We’re bubbling like soda-streams |
| Syntax coming fresher than pot-pourri |
| Popping up on the set like 'only me' |
| Here’s my persona super-imposed on beats |
| Notice we get colder than frozen cream |
| Or hotter than the haze off a solar beam |
| All over beats Dag made |
| Trying to find a niche in this rap game |
| Gotta be a weasel in this rat race |
| Ain’t pulling blades but I may pull a face |
| My trade’s putting haters in their place |
| So get a tape |
| Nah, fuck that it’s all digital |
| I’m getting more gripping than four fingers will |
| Trying to stop your breath it’s |
| Mr Vulgatron and the Dr S |
| Yo it’s Dr Syntax |
| (Orifice) |
| Dropping sick raps |
| (Never dis) |
| What we dispatch |
| (You'll get bitch slapped) |
| We got the killer raps, no filler, you should consider this |
| The iller kids spitting it’s sicker than fifty invalids |
| Dropping sick raps |
| Sit back with Dr Syntax |
| Sunday afternoon got my mind set on six tracks |
| It’s kind of nice to exist in the here and now |
| Reeling out rhymes with people nice enough to hear me out |
| I feel no fear when the beat be bumping in the speaker |
| I see the mic and start fiending like an eager beaver |
| I guess I’m in the right place at the right time |
| Cos all I wanna do in life is recite rhymes |
| It’s been a long time coming but I guess I’m ready |
| Ready for the radio shows and features on the telly |
| Sometimes I find myself lost from the word go |
| But then I kick back and reminisce about my first show |
| It’s been a mission but I’m glad I went the long way |
| Even though I ripped at every rave and got the wrong pay |
| Paid my own trains, slept in parks after long days |
| But now I know I feel it in my heart when my song plays |
| I leave my prints on |
| Every single beat that I’m given |
| Ever the originator give or take a little nod to convention |
| Illustrate what a created a benchmark |
| Feeling part of the scene more than ever |
| Now me and Tron put our heads together now to develop plans |
| Think we bless mics, well you guessed right |
| Metaphorical facial lies for your stress lines |
| Your best life kinda lost hope at the age of twenty |
| Never tended to his head instead he he lost it dropping one too many |
| Sedatives, and anything anyone ever said was heavy |
| Choking on his pubes made him sound like he was General Levy |
| You know you only really get one chance to shine |
| One chance to show the world you’re first and burst rhymes |
| Don’t matter that you came in last your first time |
| But you better come in first the last time you rhyme |
| It’s going down like that |
| B-Believe it |
| I lost my way home while exploring the galaxy |