Foreign Beggars, Farma G, Chester P - Coded Rhythm Talk lyrics

I walk with an army of zombies
Dancing and chanting
Bloodfests and orgies, skeletons are marching
With ogres and martians evil cantations
Paegans and witches, the flight of a raven
Songs from the gravestones
Fire from the rooftops
Brimstone and lightning, curse of a cyclops
My rage in a red cloud, vortex of cyclones
Storms in a teacup, fight til my eyes closed
Is this my coffin or a lifeboat to Cairo?
Ships on the dead sea, offspring of pirates
Offerings for lost gods buried in the silence
The thirteenth ghost from the
Halls of the asylum
Giants of seance, rain, sun or hailstones
Stopped in my tracks
Handcuffed to a rail road
Waiting for a slow train due before morning
Welcome to the end of the
World that we're born in



I'm going to try and kick it
With that rhyming shit that's scientific
But even my lightest lyrics seem
Like hieroglyphics to mindless critics
Fuck your spineless gimmicks, wisely set
We come precise as physics
My wisdom on the track like some
Semen on your nicest biscuit's
Just a violent misfit trying to
Vocalise my life's statistics
Cos hazard be decisively while my
Peeps release the tightest mixes
But why should indict tendecies as Hitler's
Trying to fix this wine
Because the light's ballistics
Symbiotic structure of flows
Rhymes and drum patterns
Shattering soundscapes raise your wordplay
With shaking atoms
Staggering through time and space
Like beligerent individuals
Foreign Beggars symphatized it nice
But not hospitable
Visual conceptualisation resulted in
Coded rhythm talk
Diminishing listenings written in chalk
Making a stalk are the weaker
Seeds of the first signs
My third eye sheds a tear through
Fear of the burning light

Cold hearted insane
And maybe sane at the same time so evil
We're all gunna be slaughtered

I'm the son of a demon
Conceived with no semen the hell raiser
Threw in a razor and can't feel it
I see through an eye patch
I'm just about breathing
The cobwebs are bleeding
Revealing my feelings half brother of Damien
Drinking uranium
I'll snatch up the atmosphere and
Put out the sunlight
What could be better than
Spoiling your fun so
Feast on a new-born and fetish for tongue is
How I became to be known as the one
I'm a flesh crawling hybrid
Crossed with a dinosaur
T-Rex power drill banging on your front door
Skin scorched bad like the singing detective
Lord of all darkness, the true Loch Ness
FB's on deception like a lethal injection
Protection from my crucifix ends in rejection
Prepare for the end of this
World cos we're ballin'

I'm dryly spiteful
It's higher it's highly insightful
Orifice on the offend, rippin it like a Tyson
Despite all that my nine to five
What is mine and rightful
Strive for the life that is nice
Because finding rhymes is highly delightful
Lies are viral
Especially when dispersed by meisers on vinyl
I'm violently inclined like the plight
Of a tyrant's rival
Can't to decide whether to confide
In a knife or bible
Providing a fight in spite is just
A coward's cry for survival
Attention defecit reflection of
Edgy restlessness
Never mention perfection yes I dwell
In the densest crevices
My head is where the best of them perish
The battle's effortless
Feeding off the fact that you're
Stressing 'bout your defencelessness
Every single person's a victim
For different reasons
Defeating yourself is just your
Instincts committing treason
Spitting every season come ice, fire or water
Enter this next level of
Malevolence and slaughter

Prepare for the end of this world
Cos we ballin'