Lyrics Hot Plate - Foreign Beggars

Hot Plate

What is one man’s dearest fantasy,
is anothers most horrific nightmare.
So what you say when we sprayin N' gun
spraying rappers, instead of gazing at us, hating!
Should be praying for your life.
We get you swaying,
when we playing every jam its ramma that’s why we
staying at the top because we blazin up these mics
So what you say when we sprayin N' gun
spraying rappers, instead of gazing at us, hating!
Should be praying for your life.
We get you swaying,
when we playing every jam its ramma that’s why we
staying at the top because we blazin up these mics
Oi!
Better not try and do nuattin!
Shut ya mouth and don’t try say nauttin!
Step to the mark if ya think man’s blufffin,
because I wouldn’t hesitate to push my red button!
I’m set to go, the quest is trophies to get the gold blessed!
We step with tall tress and blessed with
from north, west, we just drop down a set with next to no sleep!