Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stabilize , by - Foreign Beggars. Song from the album Asylum Speakers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.09.2003
Record label: Dented
Song language: English
Stabilize |
| I leave cyphers the last man standing with a swollen tongue |
| Start beef under the guise of an invisible smoking gun |
| A house broke: your slum, your ends are known for scum |
| I hope you run this fucking war B, I hope it’s won |
| I spit my propaganda on this mic appliance |
| I like the fire so please keep taking the path of non-compliance |
| I got brederens across the scene who wanna see you flee |
| Intelligent services who claim and prep for killing sprees |
| But when I speak I make the whole world listen |
| Bully those who won’t into submission |
| You know me bruv, not giving a fuck for whatever you’ve got to say |
| Handle our position like Blair did with that dossier |
| You can’t handle the truth, that’s why I feed you lies |
| Metropolitan politics drop like tears from bloody skies |
| We rise above it all but still stay in the thick of it |
| Like London estates I bless breaks with the sicker shit |
| We step with the force of a hurricane |
| Loving ain’t nothing but another game |
| Take you by your brother’s chain |
| Stabilize your sentiments |
| We represent a brighter day |
| The wise’ll pay the price |
| Lies defining where the misers pray |
| We step with the force of a hurricane |
| Loving ain’t nothing but another game |
| Take you by your brother’s chain |
| Stabilize your sentiments |
| We represent a brighter day |
| The wise’ll pay the price |
| Lies defining where the biters pray |
| Man I used to have a lot of love but it’s diminshing |
| The villain a sick spitter man, deliver bags of finish tings |
| The iller kid bringing you down just ask your clone apart |
| I’m prone to spark Bonaparte |
| Napoleon type, soldiers re-enforce your frozen Joan of Arcs |
| Boulders from the start embrace the coldest parts with open arms |
| Robbed the half the vocals broken both your arms |
| I told you both to hold your cards closer chose the open path |
| choke your claat and get it over with |
| Impose the harshest doses, dark ferocious flows are coated with |
| A poison so deep even Mary needed contraception, monusection |
| Hotter than a robber stopped with cop connections |
| Stop your stressing |
| You’re getting robbed of a proper blessing |
| Drop your cocky neck until your body steps in God’s direction |
| Not to mention, brethers be getting measured up and sized out |
| Note it down, stamped with the number of lives wiped out |
| As I emancipate from the stencil of failure |
| I see the world look at me differently |
| Nah, major |
| Or at least potentially |
| Spread my wings exponentially |
| Til the day planet earth’ll be the death of me |
| Respectfully |
| I understand life is a game |
| And if played like Sim City well it’s time for a change |
| Too many years saying 'fuck it' |
| I’m just gonna smoke bare weed and somehow make some duckies |
| But when I realised that plan was wack |
| I pulled my socks up, ready for an earthly attack |
| Moving like a hurricane when the day turns black |
| Remember 1987? |
| Much worse than that |
| With assertive raps |
| It’s all a glorified business plan |
| To enable the fam to live in greener lands |
| Kick back and check the episode |
| Invisible |
| The illest story ever told |