Lyrics

[Verse 1: Metropolis] Yo, yo Loose strung fat spitter, gruesome axe swinger Hoodlum track ripper, Crookham pad slinger Mercenary old wolf with shoes worn coarse past Highly sought after like old don sword master Iron fist (Iron fist!) I insist death to these white-collar highnesses We strive for [?] Calling out the crimes of the state till they quiet us With infrared beams, high-tech guns with silencers The kingpin but not on no bling ting who sings hymns Got my life balanced on a thin string With a slim hold who flows sort of tinkled He's known for a skip oath with folders full of mink gold And while you sink slow I walk across the quicksand To reach the oasis where there's freedom from this sick land This fam reppin' hip-hop from UK headquarters Reachin' worldwide as we fly skies and tread waters [Chorus] Yo, bruh, this means war Foreign Beggars givin' you more than you asked for This is for them heads that we wanted that hard pour Swingin' heavy lines that shatter your glass door [Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron] Yo, backdraft, poor bugger, stats mastered, sought after Coarse laughter, walked after planet, twist the cork father School graph paralysis, yo, calamity's my middle name Scissor snip your mismatch challengers with little brains I'm switching lanes this in the game, it's straight take-over Status hold the H's while your joker face me, game over I stay colder than souls banished to Canada While you hold hands with [?] Them fassys look at the package on my stamina Push the perimeter, move viciously Imagine what would happen if this rapper pursued the papers This paper sees me shaping the system like it was porcelain Forced to win, forge my old forgiveness, I was born to sin I thwart the queen bee and make the house white Move to new paths, we choose to cruise past your arse like [?] [?] this man's starting a-fresh, yes Harvest to death, embellished, my fetish is carving flesh [Chorus] Yo, bruh, this means war Foreign Beggars givin' you more than you asked for This is for them heads that we wanted that hard pour Swingin' heavy lines that shatter your glass door [Verse 3: Orifice Vulgatron] Yo, we move through in unison with youthful exuberance Dutifully cruising to the future, choose to move with us Or suffer 'nuff Brothers [?] the scarper when it's game on We're two albums deep while you're still working on the same song Long that, drop dat, drop tax, cutbacks, shot cats This ain't just another bomb track Watch that, tryna figure where the day's gone Business imposition, still spittin' in the name of.. [Verse 4: Metropolis] Yo we backhand a brass rapper, the fass smacker Back snatcher, pass grabber, swing a bat until the tacks match up Certain bredders rap the same but I have to vary Droppin' styles to keep 'em drowned out like Glastonbury Slappin' bare teeth, you're actin' lairy but you fags don't scare me Your status is imaginary like a bag of fairies You'll burn out once I throw this last molotov Orifice, pass the gas, can we fill this last bottle, cuz [Chorus] Yo, bruh, this means war Foreign Beggars givin' you more than you asked for This is for them heads that we wanted that hard pour Swingin' heavy lines that shatter your glass door