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foreign beggars - astroscience كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: orifice vulgatron]
call me dracula ragged rap vernacular mantis man
to the manhandle backhand slap chats to (???)
test to make decisions when he sits with pen rebel
when the ink descends metal with the sixth sense filler (?) gang
it’s the fine gang walker with the (???)
the swine light talker type (?) reporter
poor guys always try to board the flying saucer
try to get with the program even more times than warner
i grip the mic, k!ll it like the k!ller sniffing kryptonite
equipped to fight, my diction is quite addictive like a crystal pipe
it’s the guy who like to (?), the no bling, slow king stone slinging eight
step inside the squatters just make sure you close the gate
’cause all i really wanted was some new (?) and some cake mix
oh, and the matrix and don’t forget the greatest
the last thing you wanna do is make the old mistake, yes

[interlude: metropolis]
copy state lab coat
ai programmer
sloppy brain math
strange guy, slow manner

[verse 2: metropolis]
strange guys [?]
(?) scribbler black straight (???)
slack limbed (???) scr_p note
heavy breath whisperer
biotech android, the black market (?), j_panese operator
the rough trade meccano, mega low maniac
brain check medical, spine tap physical
standing in the corner with a scr_pbook of power chords
words in the verse, nurse please pass the (?)
[interlude]
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[verse: metropolis]
another random work venture from the roadside flow guys
scr_p heat rapfest kicked off at sunrise
sideboard, the mic cord dangling, the light scrawled type 4, (???) abdomen
automated vagrant nanotech fibre_optic
still lost in this h_llhole metropolis
plain white virus but they don’t breathe (???) so we seize fires to retire us
ash to ashes interstellar mathematics galactic rap spit battle tactics
the facts spittin’ track (???) villain
relaxed chillin’ sippin’ that liquor from the tap
the axe swinging ratchet hand gladiator
fine b_tch you’re cold hear the bomb stone activator

[interlude]
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[verse 3: orifice vulgatron]
it’s the crossroad coal worker old murkin’ (???)
the pole jerk gold search gold herding soul searcher
who’s imposition go the distance like a paper boy
the coy face soy taste boy that always breaks the toys
people never really said h_llo when he was in the place
that’s probably why he always makes decisions with that twisted face
off to where he kept the titty in it in the pistol brace
only time he flinched was when he thought he couldn’t win the race
man, it’s just another lame cliche
and no one ain’t leaving till they break for the (?)
thinks he’s funny (???) bombaclaat (?) and his honey
[interlude: metropolis]
(?) shark with a grit scarred visage
who spit hard to make a slack rapper turn mirage

[verse: metropolis]
camelback backpacker dressed in the drab man
a black bandana thief sand dune snake catcher
the tech (?) bluetooth developer
death via download subtext messenger

[outro]
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- foreign beggars

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