The Cut Deepens - Alix Perez, Foreign Beggars

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

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 mind clocks each speeds 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 hits 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

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 limits, 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 sagey, 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

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