Alix Perez, Foreign Beggars - The Cut Deepens lyrics
[Alix Perez, Foreign Beggars - The Cut Deepens lyrics]
We transmit
Though speaking in tongues heathen
Lungs bleed the essence of sleep
As the cut deepens
Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence
You wake with your face a
Vision of stunned grievance
The beat's a blank canvas
Till it's stretched on an easel
Or gleaming in damp stanzas
Of the gully type, flick with paint
Cross the brush strokes
Oozing out the quill like a
Thick haze of gun smoke around these parts
We speak in potent imagery
Flows leak to leave the
Meat soaking miserably
Skin deep, got their souls froze
Broken visibly and in my spoke as wizardry
Scribing thoughts while I circumnavigate
The urban sprawl
Drunk junkies swig on Tennent's
Hit the curb and fall
Just another element of nightlife in the L
Where knife slicing is relevant and
Rife likened to hell
I rhyme right for the hell of it
To define why we prevail
In a life citing rhetoric to
Ignite mice to rebel
Caught up in an action I just couldn't stop
Waiting on the verdict when the
Gabble hit's the wooden block
We transmit
Though speaking in tongues heathen
Lungs bleed the essence of sleep
As the cut deepens
Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence
You wake with your face a
Vision of stunned grievance
They asked if I could handle the plight
The white Saracen
Night traveler, light scavenger, I affluent
Skimmed at the birth
I was spawned at the womb's silicone
Prosper no relevance like a door
To a tomb's intervals and
Here with all things said and done
We precede no limit's
No grieve esteem hold at the slow speed
I float freely on these planes
The magnetic a black Celica
Transport through a ghost
Invisible cracked pearl exterior
Soul's killed, the side wins
Time switch was tracked last
Cold with the d dough firmly
Saddled in my back draft
Tryna ride passenger, I digress
You die challengers i find so to speak in
Code or black on canvases
Transmission, 2-4 to 580
More than a pastime, I cast and strive daily
Fasten the ties, yeah
I fathered those ice babies
I'm class blind, tell me, will draft save me?
We transmit
Though speaking in tongues heathen
Lungs bleed the essence of sleep
As the cut deepens
Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence
You wake with your face a
Vision of stunned grievance
Though speaking in tongues heathen
Lungs bleed the essence of sleep
As the cut deepens
Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence
You wake with your face a
Vision of stunned grievance
The beat's a blank canvas
Till it's stretched on an easel
Or gleaming in damp stanzas
Of the gully type, flick with paint
Cross the brush strokes
Oozing out the quill like a
Thick haze of gun smoke around these parts
We speak in potent imagery
Flows leak to leave the
Meat soaking miserably
Skin deep, got their souls froze
Broken visibly and in my spoke as wizardry
Scribing thoughts while I circumnavigate
The urban sprawl
Drunk junkies swig on Tennent's
Hit the curb and fall
Just another element of nightlife in the L
Where knife slicing is relevant and
Rife likened to hell
I rhyme right for the hell of it
To define why we prevail
In a life citing rhetoric to
Ignite mice to rebel
Caught up in an action I just couldn't stop
Waiting on the verdict when the
Gabble hit's the wooden block
We transmit
Though speaking in tongues heathen
Lungs bleed the essence of sleep
As the cut deepens
Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence
You wake with your face a
Vision of stunned grievance
They asked if I could handle the plight
The white Saracen
Night traveler, light scavenger, I affluent
Skimmed at the birth
I was spawned at the womb's silicone
Prosper no relevance like a door
To a tomb's intervals and
Here with all things said and done
We precede no limit's
No grieve esteem hold at the slow speed
I float freely on these planes
The magnetic a black Celica
Transport through a ghost
Invisible cracked pearl exterior
Soul's killed, the side wins
Time switch was tracked last
Cold with the d dough firmly
Saddled in my back draft
Tryna ride passenger, I digress
You die challengers i find so to speak in
Code or black on canvases
Transmission, 2-4 to 580
More than a pastime, I cast and strive daily
Fasten the ties, yeah
I fathered those ice babies
I'm class blind, tell me, will draft save me?
We transmit
Though speaking in tongues heathen
Lungs bleed the essence of sleep
As the cut deepens
Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence
You wake with your face a
Vision of stunned grievance