Lyrics Wrong Move - Foreign Beggars

Wrong Move

Yo, yo
I put frauds and fakers
In torture chambers
My force is greater
You need forty acres
Of rainforest to put my thoughts on paper
A million meg hard drive, distort the data
Cyborg, can’t beat my IQ high score
I spit word perfect without a slight
I got the gift of gab to seduce a dyke broad
I turn a beauty spot into an eyesore
Spit flames
Fight frauds, strangle them with my cords
Let’s trade verses, Bravehearts I made nervous
I’ll skim a UFO across a lake’s surface
Kidnap the aliens, perform autopsies
While Tony Blair and MI5 all watch me
Make four copies that I post on the web
If I dumb down my rhymes I still open your head
Run tracks If I’ve broken my leg
Re-write the periodic table, turn oceans to lead
And solid matter to gas
Stare at myself in the mirror, shatter the glass
gunpoint catching the pass
Sending round some notes and ask for the cash
they all about fronting
My all around performance gets better and better
Say hell yeah
I rhyme tight, shine bright like the stars in space
I visit Mount Rushmore and cut up my face
With a blunt knife, rhyme at the fastest pace
I’ll be at the finish line when they start the race
I come first, spit til my lungs burst
Drop my back catalogue, I’ll beat you with one verse
I walk across hot coals and I’m unhurt
So hot I need a sunburn
Cos I pop shields, I spit hydrochloric acid
So hot my voice plastic
I hit the beat when I’m talking backwards
Swim against currnet white water rapid
I toboggan down erupting volcanoes
With a slingshot I defeated NATO
Rock a stage show when I ain’t even there
I got the crowd moshing and screaming 'yeah'
Spit your best rhyme no one seems to care
I spit a thousand bars without breathing air
When they see this bre-er, pandemonium
I spit petroleum with the I’m scolding em
You could stand kilometres away
And still get burned by the heat from the blaze
My lyrics so vivid it leaps from the page
I start to rhyme speaking for days