Foreign Banguage
This is underground music made
From the streets
It's worldwide we communicate over beats
You can't understand us
It's like another language
We speak it fluently
See this is Foreign Banguage
I be the untamed animal
With no owner's manual
Contents under pressure
Flow extremely flammable
The most slept on but on the low though
A legend like Lochness, Bigfoot, Ogopogo
Yes Side Effect the rap dude
Stress The White Boy with all the tattoos
Philly shit like the ‘86 crack crews
JBM, OK Corral rap over foul tracks
No show tunes, Side Effect, Snowgoons
I don't write rhymes I write flow charts
Silent but deadly that pierce your
Neck like a blow dart you on The Source
I'm in camo on the front of Guns & Ammo
Cause what I spit'll take
Down any breathing mammal
Feel my hunger you can touch my stomach
Whoever want it they can get
It just like Sparta 300
I ain't even blunted, I don't get high
I'm so sober but imagine if I did smoke
Ya life would be over
This is underground music made
From the streets
It's worldwide we communicate over beats
You can't understand us
It's like another language
We speak it fluently
See this is Foreign Banguage
Here's another masterful worthy of
5ive Mics considered classical
Beats that snap ya clavicle
Rhymes extremely graphical
What I write is timeless you can
Feel free to quote it
Cause it means more today than back
When I first wrote it like ten years ago and
I'm still rockin' tougher
Plus you buy this for your kids
It makes a great stocking stuffer
Knowledge me, do your hip hop genealogy
Honorably, I hold mad degrees in Bangology
I'm like a young Cass Clay
So you know my title
You're useless as a ashtray on a motorcycle
Blowing in the wind my razor
Tongue will exfoliate your skin
Like a mud mask, but this a blood bath
I'm a mongrel, a brute inside the booth
A uppity negro that's so crass and uncouth
So gimme a pound now and try dissin me later
But why try
Trying is just the first step towards failure
This is underground music made
From the streets
It's worldwide we communicate over beats
You can't understand us
It's like another language
We speak it fluently
See this is Foreign Banguage
See I'm a hip hop elitist
With a view so myopic
Like everything's the weakest
I'm the only hot shit
Conceited on some Rick Rude shit boy please
I'm the man I'm in
Demand like bilingual employees
Overseas I look forward to rockin'
Check one-two my wifey half German so I'm
Good when I come through
Dog I will son you to
The point you wanna retaliate
And getcha Glock and do me like
Pac up in Power Play
I can't go for that Hall & Oates rap
One on one you don't wanna
Play that game tonight, know that
Beef never well done, I remain raw
When it comes to my rebuttal I'm
As subtle as a chainsaw
I spit shit to make cats beg my pardon
And automatically catapult myself
To superstardom
That's why y'all can't handle this
Free thinking anarchist i'm done
Have your people call my
People with the damages
This is underground music made
From the streets
It's worldwide we communicate over beats
You can't understand us
It's like another language
We speak it fluently
See this is Foreign Banguage