Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One-Take, 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
One-Take |
We are not asked that the rules of the game should be modified |
But if anybody likes to play rough, we can play rough too |
Who keeps the verse shining like the break of dawn? |
Metropolis, sick no matter what break I’m on |
Synonymous with Orifice, bringing it on |
Like cheerleaders in a wack flick that should have been a porn |
True, I’m a sick bredda, you should call me diseased |
Move through weak MCs like SARS in Chinese |
And bras, pry them open with a crowbar |
What, I wasn’t sober — met her in a Soho bar |
Yeah it’s over, like Claire Short’s career, I put thoughts to prayers |
The weight of my words, that’s a deep cross to bear |
crew in this, villainous acts, habitual rap business addicted to |
Trying to live it through |
Find out from Nonames |
Begging on foreign terrain, we don’t play no games |
The inky blue-black verse that stain your vein |
And leave the rhythm tagged up like my name on the train |
Too many breddas on my job, I guess I hold weight |
So when we roll tape, it’s over in one take, shake |
Battle masses like an earthquake |
Make 'em wonder why they came out in the first place |
Es ist kaum zu fassen, was für'n Sound wir nach draußen lassen |
Wir sitzen hier und rauchen Massen zwischen lauten Bässen |
Der Sound is' Massive hier mit |
Und das ganze in 'ner anderen Sprache pas de probleme |
All day we’re blazing Po |
And now we’re getting late for the show |
But that’s already fucking ages ago |
Now take off your clothes |
Cos it’s getting hot in this |
We got Orifice, Mr Gray Nichols, Hoik and Metropolis |
Most people feel the need to impress |
I just got the steez, I carry em deep in my chest |
And yo, heads ain’t ready for heavy lines, I testify |
I keep it steady though life is messy in SE5 |
You were petrified, when I first stepped on the scene |
But you don’t even matter to me |
I manifest a state of mind of me, myself and I |
And space and time when I phrase my rhymes |
Too many breddas on my job, I guess I hold weight |
So when we roll tape, it’s over in one take, shake |
Battle masses like an earthquake |
Make 'em wonder why they came out in the first place |
Yo, you’re tongue-tied like rappers in a wack battle |
Track, smack or jack a whole truck-load of man cattle |
Can grapple, man I wouldn’t talk if I couldn’t walk (stupid dork) |
Fronting like a priest when you’re cooking pork |
You’re fucking caught looking dumb with your pants down |
The fact is, blud, you’re looking like a damn clown |
You’re steady trembling, stuck in a rut with ten of them |
Cluckin' and spit deafen 'em, raps with mad adrenalin |
Man i can’t remember when we had it so bad |
It’s like my world’s caving in, game over — low hand |
I seek to represent my destiny |
I can’t believe my luck |
I feel my soul seeking peace but I’m weak as fuck |
I need to break from these chains and shackles |
Head games, mad brehs trying to take and tackle, what? |
But I’m about to get what’s naturally mine |
Mind is searching for the truth, moving backwards in time |
Too many breddas on my job, I guess I hold weight |
So when we roll tape, it’s over in one take, shake |
Battle masses like an earthquake |
Make 'em wonder why they came out in the first place |
We keep it rough |
You guys are too even |
Fags need a bad black and blue beating |
Kind of stranger like who’s Steven? |
Dude it’s hateful when you speaking |
New words and new meanings |
The second son of a drunk man from New Zealand |
Like my forefathers, my crew’s region |
Germany, France even to Sweden |
Bring the fumes on yo to the room ceiling |
A bad time to resume breathing |
Your fucking brains are too tiny to see them |
I hate to use my true feelings |
Bitch I’ll beat you for no reason |
Had hurt you |
A sling shot, an arc of a heart circle |
We’re ill if you dudes noticed |
Ten thousand men just a few focussed |
Too many breddas on my job, I guess I hold weight |
So when we roll tape, it’s over in one take, shake |
Battle masses like an earthquake |
Make 'em wonder why they came out in the first place |
Too many breddas on my job, I guess I hold weight |
So when we roll tape, it’s over in one take, shake |
Battle masses like an earthquake |
Make 'em wonder why they came out in the first place |