[Moombahcore] - Foreign Beggars - Apex (feat. Knife Party) [Monstercat Fanmade]

Link for the Request fanmade song : Link for the Upcoming fanmade song : Reqeusted by @HybridOverload This song is #copyrighted Follow them Foreign Beggars Knife Party Apex Lyrics [Hook: Metropolis](x2) Set it off (set it off), set it up You’re at the front line, prone, and you’re getting crushed Ready to bust, mind blown when you think of us About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt [Hook: Orifice Vulgatron] [Verse 1: Orifice Vulgatron] Yeah, transmitting live from the apex We got the reelfire *** for your tape decks We bring the heat something messy like a splayed chest Fully automatic how we sprayin’ fam we staying blessed We straight devil with the face set Levelling the game makes you heavy like a bayonet I keep it patient like I’m playing chess Even though we barely keep on slaving like away a debt We breaking necks like the world series Other rappers sweating bullets as I burn millies I keep it gully while I’m running for my life blood Every minute waiting is a minute I can earn silly And I ain’t talking about cash flow I’d par your swag in a flash if I was mad broke It’s Foreign Beggars, stepping up to the plate While they destined to be spending oblivion in a black hole [Bridge x3] You don’t wanna *** with me No, you don’t wanna *** with me Wa-wanna with me No-no, you don’t wanna with me [Hook - Orifice Vulgatron] [Verse 2: Metropolis] Raw, the manor how we came as a team Whole stees go against the grain of the scene The jagged-edge flow cuts deep like a serrated blade Sawing through your industry doors come on we’re crazy cray We’re at the midnight hour, causing upheaval Silhouettes in the black light, I still see you Emerging out of the depths, it’s brought that gutter sound Full speed, leading the wolf pack across the town It’s Foreign Beggars yeah, showing no teeth We roll so deep of that Agent O speech Spitting projectiles flows the ’go go’ scene My big red button destroys the whole globe reach That’s the motif, so sleek, mo’ heat Ink stains blot out the sun when they soak sheets It’s that gully grip live off the mothership Only one question to ask, you wanna ***with this?