Wrong Move - Foreign Beggars

Yo, yo

I put frauds and fakers

In torture chambers

My force is greater

You need forty acres

Of rainforest to put my thoughts on paper

A million meg hard drive, distort the data

Cyborg, can’t beat my IQ high score

I spit word perfect without a slight

I got the gift of gab to seduce a dyke broad

I turn a beauty spot into an eyesore

Spit flames

Fight frauds, strangle them with my cords

Let’s trade verses, Bravehearts I made nervous

I’ll skim a UFO across a lake’s surface

Kidnap the aliens, perform autopsies

While Tony Blair and MI5 all watch me

Make four copies that I post on the web

If I dumb down my rhymes I still open your head

Run tracks If I’ve broken my leg

Re-write the periodic table, turn oceans to lead

And solid matter to gas

Stare at myself in the mirror, shatter the glass

gunpoint catching the pass

Sending round some notes and ask for the cash

they all about fronting

My all around performance gets better and better

Say hell yeah

I rhyme tight, shine bright like the stars in space

I visit Mount Rushmore and cut up my face

With a blunt knife, rhyme at the fastest pace

I’ll be at the finish line when they start the race

I come first, spit til my lungs burst

Drop my back catalogue, I’ll beat you with one verse

I walk across hot coals and I’m unhurt

So hot I need a sunburn

Cos I pop shields, I spit hydrochloric acid

So hot my voice plastic

I hit the beat when I’m talking backwards

Swim against currnet white water rapid

I toboggan down erupting volcanoes

With a slingshot I defeated NATO

Rock a stage show when I ain’t even there

I got the crowd moshing and screaming 'yeah'

Spit your best rhyme no one seems to care

I spit a thousand bars without breathing air

When they see this bre-er, pandemonium

I spit petroleum with the I’m scolding em

You could stand kilometres away

And still get burned by the heat from the blaze

My lyrics so vivid it leaps from the page

I start to rhyme speaking for days