Lyrics

[Verse 1: Orifice Vulgatron] The rap matador we're crackin' jaws upon a sack of (?) Back and forth sword tore smackin' with a batidor We're ragged raw cause rap talk leave your jacket torn Like your first born caught watching faggot porn I'm rackin' more thoughts force [?] never propagate Stopping late, jocks hate cops cause they're proper bait Honest mate, never stop rockin' till I rot away Locked in a box, God watching as my body fades (Sunny days) See me elevate, never litigate Bredders tend to hate but defecate because they're featherweight See me separate, take cover from (?) (??) See them run like vagabond I speak words from long lost passages Grind it with a passion, speaking language of a Vangelis The dragon fist, vandal scratching panels with an amethyst The challenge is whether you can handle where the action is [Chorus] It's the Beatflow Freakshow Peeps know the steez So we keep pros in the cold Feel it, goes the deal bro The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill The death poll professional decimal test the skills It's the Beatflow Freakshow Peeps know the steez So we keep pros in the cold Feel it, goes the deal bro The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill The death poll professional decimal test the skills [Verse 2: Metropolis] The hard margin, where man are knockin' raas clarting Leave man knock cold like Sparkin' Martin These man have dark flow, the dark soul, hard cold, heart of gold Spark a (???) with his pastel (?) I'm just another, yeah I'm upstart The highly strung rhymey tongued one with the blunt spark you race Screw-face the shoelace strangler, microphone mangler, (?) manhandler From the LON, home of the not so mellow men Fellowship of snake hearts and devil den Rebel pen regimen stay sharpin' in the city settlements Trespassing, scaling your metal fence My mind strikes, cutting sharper than a cypher I write by night, painting pictures in your twilight The hi-fi blower, the aye-aye pro smoker, the chro broker The sound killer stone coacher [Chorus] It's the Beatflow Freakshow Peeps know the steez So we keep pros in the cold Feel it, goes the deal bro The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill The death poll professional decimal test the skills It's the Beatflow Freakshow Peeps know the steez So we keep pros in the cold Feel it, goes the deal bro The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill The death poll professional decimal test the skills [Verse: Orifice Vulgatron and Metropolis] Yo, I can see up in your eyes you're not the person who you claim to be Just some mock skin moccasin Cheshire grin snake to me Yo, It's plain to see your scheming mind, beady eyes (?) we despise And read between the lines, they chime with a destain for glee And aim to be the ones to rock charts while these actors flock parts Lookin' hard lost like upmarket (??) Cops can't handle the fact we stack green up What? Can't handle the fact we rack lean up? We team up, leave the beat, bro, it's the clean cut Hit the streets up fly post misdemeanours The mic close flamethrower verb centre light roast Beggar folk brewin' them skills, don't fake like most Yo, the tightrope battle axe, acid rap Iller killer iller billing filler rap Spitting mister in it spill I skill them all Livin' off my digi-scale dividends Tell a likkle chiller, tell the killer whale fishermen [Outro] It's the Beatflow Freakshow Peeps know the steez So we keep pros in the cold Feel it, goes the deal bro The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill The death poll professional decimal test the skills