Breakout (feat. Foreign Beggars) - Noisestorm

Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Yeah, I'm here and still getting it More food more love, still getting it Beggar time, rap at night Best, still getting it, getting it Sign on the best, still getting it Yeah, I'm here and still getting it 10 years deep and the same, still getting it Beggar five, rapping like, thanks still getting it Damn it, sign like the best, still getting it (getting it) Going ahead full speed in the lane still getting it Yeah, I got part of the eye Oh we got part of our any guy Many guys step but they're giving up on every track Many guys wreck but they sweat and the rent is high (high) I'm not very nice when I rhyme When I bless mics to the [..] other night We can stay fenced by the best car Everything nice, but I hit them for a better life And you know we're still rippin' it Ten years on the stage, still wreckin' it We're going on side, lock stock Well your man are off sitting black stock still petting it Best you raise up your game Coming like snipers a wraith that can aim Beggars might try but they can't keep pace Going ahead full speed in the lane still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Yeah, I'm here and still getting it More food more love, still getting it Beggar time, rap at night Best, still getting it, getting it Sign on the best, still getting it Yeah, I'm here and still getting it 10 years deep and the same, still getting it Beggar five, rapping like, thanks still getting it Damn it, sign like the best, still getting it Going ahead full speed in the lane still getting it Yeah, I'm here and still getting it More food more love, still getting it Beggar time, rap at night Best, still getting it, getting it Sign on the best, still getting it Yeah, I'm here and still getting it 10 years deep and the same, still getting it Beggar five, rapping like, thanks still getting it Damn it, sign like the best, still getting it Yeah, I'm here and still getting it 10 years deep and the same, still getting it Beggar five, rapping like, thanks still getting it Damn it, sign like the best, still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Still getting it Yeah Foreign Beggars, Skrillex Going deep on this one Going ahead full speed in the lane still getting it

Yeah, that's right Skrillex, Bare Noize, Foreign Beggars L.A., London, Dubai 'Bout to get rowdy right now Yeah, I'm an all time factor I make the next guy look like an actor This sort of mandem 'gwan like they matter When I touch mic, I see the man scatter And they wanna talk big But when it comes to big it they bout to get splatter So I tell them "relax yourself Go home to your mum and stop being a catta" Many guys wanna par Many guys looking to take this thing far Many guys looking to be some big stars But soon enough them man about to get slappa So there's no need for chatter No need for anything cheap and that's that Anybody making a ting to get smacked up, back up Fam, no need to sound back (Fam, no need to sound back) When I touch mics I see the man scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum You're just another pawn in my game And I'm the god figure pouring the rain I'm a raw one, too much of a force to contain When I'm forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame What depict and script's too much for the mandem Man, I keep calm with more shit to spray And when I'm letting off since I had a clutch on the magnum See you making at me in the fashion Most of these MC's are straight gassin' Yeah they getting paid on the JSA Think they're something like the guy Don Draper from Mad Men Bagging up while I'm racking hits by the minute I'm sick with the lyrics, so you best be backin' up Chatta with a little more flex Doesn't matter cause when I ratatat bars watch the bare man scatta When I touch mics I see the man scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum When I touch mics I see the man scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum When I touch mics I see the man scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum When I touch mics I see the man scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum When I touch mics I see the man scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum When I touch mics I see the man scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum When I touch mics I see the man scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum When I touch mics I see the man scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum When I touch mics I see the man scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum

Quiet nights of quiet stars The quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet nights of quiet stars The quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Ayo, where did the sun go? Erased by the cars Abghas, Haze and gun smoke Through the rain as I speak my bars The light of the streets delete the stars The air that we breathe is poison and People wear fake tan to avoid the sun Like a demon child that destroys its mum Eaten up from the inside like horsemen from Troy My lungs are jet black and cancerous Gasoline, nicotine and Ganja spliffs Damage is done, like when arms handlers Had me praying for change like a thousand mantises Pursue goodness and loot the righteous Dark circling computer nightmares We cruise light-years Recruiting the future fighters Quiet nights of quiet stars The quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet nights of quiet stars The quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us I write the sickest raps that bring it back to the natural elements Iller than twisted cats with twenty kids in backward settlements Settling for less than ten pence for a day's wage It's this rap game's baiter than ancient ways of racial hatred With thoughts contagiously spawning new waves of anger Damaging innocent minds that wanna rhyme 'cause they're none the wiser I flow more than two rival tides in a violent ocean Riding the undercurrents of bodies writhing in tribal motion Survive on the vital potion Liquid swords of frozen soul food Holding the pole position only stroll with wholly bold few But I'm sure by the rise of the next cycle we'll be forgotten Confided in dry tears by the wayside with mind's rotten Fight for the common cause in the plight for the defiant brother Whose only hope to find soul is in a bottle or a lonely gutter If only truths were uttered every time our mouths were open We'd be halfway to the promised land with the vision of cowards broken Quiet nights of quiet stars The quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet nights of quiet stars The quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us I'm a starving artist who harnessed the force of the beat I talk to my peeps who walk in their sleep Through dimly lit Victorian streets Where the law of the beasts is enforced by police Ignoring the shrieks and silent screams Violent scenes, grey smog hides sun's vibrant beams Tyrants seek to make loot in grey suits Caught in the same loop but can't break loose The hate, the hate produced takes root, shapes youths And grows into Billie Holiday's Strange Fruit The rotten apple he picked from the trees The sick and diseased To its pips and its seeds The wickedest fiends Trick and deceive The victims bereaved Mans are addicted to greed But wealth corrupts 'Til you self-destruct Our target is to uplift and help you up What Quiet nights of quiet stars Quiet nights of quiet stars The quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet nights of quiet stars The quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us

Right about now Badman Riddim inside the place Come with it, come with it Jump, jump, jump, jump Right about now The badman riddim Jump, jump Inside the place, come with it Show me who's slick with the moves Tell all the girls to come out and play Foreign Beggars gonna wicka this tune 'Cause we been doing this thing since day Time to hype up crowd on the way From the moment when the DJ press play What d'ya bassline hit up ya chest It's a badman thing and that's how we stay We got too many stars, too many flecks For them to come heat with I can lick you on a Monday Drop a acapella and he still come near the deepness So listen now I'm a badman thing your a cloud And a thing about how I put it down I put it down like braap and I'm up and on the cloud Right about now Badman riddim inside the place Come with it Jump, jump, jump, jump Right about now The badman riddim inside the place Come with it Oh, you should know what's a tune My lyric make you shocked like a loon I specialize putting out big tunes This one's a shash and its coming out soon Coming out to a big raid near you This haddi badman song, what are you? Simple things might sound clash anybody Anyway I might I might send 'em back to the zoo Ooh, we're going in on the vibe You can tell by the heavy head count inside Up on the roof it's pure bounce over ride So when I say jump you better ask how high (How high) And then reach for the sky Hands in the air, the beat sound live That's how we roll So just let me know if you wanna reload So you best come with it Come with it Jump, jump, jump, jump Right about now The badman riddim inside the place Come with it

Right about now Badman Riddim inside the place Come with it, come with it Jump, jump, jump, jump Right about now The badman riddim Jump, jump Inside the place, come with it Show me who's slick with the moves Tell all the girls to come out and play Foreign Beggars gonna wicka this tune 'Cause we been doing this thing since day Time to hype up crowd on the way From the moment when the DJ press play What d'ya bassline hit up ya chest It's a badman thing and that's how we stay We got too many stars, too many flecks For them to come heat with I can lick you on a Monday Drop a acapella and he still come near the deepness So listen now I'm a badman thing your a cloud And a thing about how I put it down I put it down like braap and I'm up and on the cloud Right about now Badman riddim inside the place Come with it Jump, jump, jump, jump Right about now The badman riddim inside the place Come with it Oh, you should know what's a tune My lyric make you shocked like a loon I specialize putting out big tunes This one's a shash and its coming out soon Coming out to a big raid near you This haddi badman song, what are you? Simple things might sound clash anybody Anyway I might I might send 'em back to the zoo Ooh, we're going in on the vibe You can tell by the heavy head count inside Up on the roof it's pure bounce over ride So when I say jump you better ask how high (How high) And then reach for the sky Hands in the air, the beat sound live That's how we roll So just let me know if you wanna reload So you best come with it Come with it Jump, jump, jump, jump Right about now The badman riddim inside the place Come with it

Yeah, yeah Descend the synapse, chill factor sixty Microverse entered, silk-black and slipstream Dip both the headlights, mounted to the background Force field activate, operation black cloud Operation sub source, engage for handover We've set the minefield, this one we've planned sober We stand closer, fall back to vessel two Team in position, God smack the destitute Ready to transmit, grid map to the free node Construct the rhythm too, standby to decode Survey the battle field like Saito off the black top Power up the ammo yield, cloaked up on black-ops I excel the white mist, cyber brain circuits locked to pinpoint my sight fixed Braced for the kick-back Zoomed in I'm pressing in, ghost hacked the firewall Squeezed on the jet, thor hammer spawned the messiah call Black Sun Empire Test of time, night fire New dawn, new day We emerge, as they fade away Black Sun Empire Test of time, night fire New dawn, new day We emerge, as they fade away Yeah, yeah Descend the synapse, chill factor sixty Microverse entered, silk-black and slipstream Dip both the headlights, mounted to the background Force field activate, operation black cloud Operation sub source, engage for handover We've set the minefield, this one we've planned sober We stand closer, fall back to vessel two Team in position, God smack the destitute Landscape mindswept, feel the upheaval Widespreaded grievance, no sight of people Trails of mass movement, slowly diminishing As the earth burns, my back spine's a grimacing Bittersweet silhouette, promise of a new age Eclipsed by a red mist, ouroboros of blue haze All I see is carrying, souls flee the starscape Black Sun Empire, Dawn of a Dark Day Feet down in the asphault, streets clouded in ash-fall Sodom we remember as we step through the embers The absence of siren sounds deafening our senses No more pretensious, mortaring picket fences Head bowed, we tread south gathering wounded stragglers Silence is our language shattered with wounded travelers Battered by the heat swell, dust reflections free fall Future's in our hands once we resurrect the genome Black Sun Empire Test of time, night fire New dawn, new day We emerge, as they fade away Black Sun Empire Test of time, night fire New dawn, new day We emerge, as they fade away New dawn, new day We emerge, as they fade away New dawn, new day We emerge, as they fade away