Apex Songtext
von Foreign Beggars

Yeah, yeah
Set it off (set it off), set it up
You are the front line prone and you′re getting crushed
Ready to bust, mind blow when you think of us
About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt

Set it off (set it off), set it up
You are the front line prone and you're getting crushed
Ready the bust mind blow when you think of us
About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt

Set it off (set it off), set it up
You are the front line prone and you′re getting crushed
Ready the bust mind blow when you think of us
About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt


Yeah, transmitting live from the Apex
We got the real fine shit for your tape decks
We bring the heat suttin messy like a splayed chest
Fully automatic how we sprayin' fam we staying blessed
We straight devil with the face set
Living in 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 a way a debt
We breaking necks like the world series
Other rappers sweating bullets as I burn millies
I keep a gully while I′m form my life blood
Every minute waiting 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 distined to be spending oblivion in a black hole

You don't wanna rock with me
No, you don′t wanna rock with me
Wa-wanna with me
No-no you don't wanna with me

You don′t wanna rock with me
No you don't wanna rock with me
Wa-wanna with me
No-no you don't wanna with me

You don′t wanna rock with me
No you don′t wanna rock with me
Wa-wanna with me
No-no you don't wanna with me

Set it off (set it off), set it up
You are the front line prone and you′re getting crushed
Ready to bust, mind blow when you think of us
About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt


Yeah, yeah
Raw, the matter how we came as a team
Whole strees 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 fuck with this?