Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrong Move, 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
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 |