Million Skill March Songtext
von Dr. Syntax

Yeah
You know you got some kids out there on the
Street that lack that hunger in this game
But when Foreign Beggars and Wild Child get down, it′s like this

Two separate versions of the album steadily merge
The superb uncensored usage of the verb type of shit you never heard
When the battle star galactica
Never lacked the capacity to add faster to a beat
Then surpassable rapper'll have to spit the despicable rhyme ammo
The three-legged sparking up the rugged walking prime mammal

Keep stepping forward to this next millennium
Rappers still spinning from my pendulum, shh, I′m all for it
Who saw it when Foreign Beggars supported?
We hit 'em in the jaw like Eddie Griffin
Until they realize historic music's in the making

Cats faking, loot′s for the taking
I mention the same, crew steady breaking

Chat with my boys in UK on the bus like, "Hush"


Y′all still feel the vibe in the street?
Yeah Jack, we feel the rush
It mushes through the adrenaline, potent with potential
Barely approaching the minimal distance where we keep it on our mantle

Seek it to the gods, speak it to the gods
That dwelling in the beat, still hustling the streets for a job
Mentality, got the kid on the map
Responsibility in the land where hostility still keeps a child trapped
I focus on the opus, 'cause hope is overrated
Until kids open up my disc and still feeling evaded
The prediction is close, when knowledge versus violence
The day of the exodus where we all march in silence saying, "What?"

I live in a maze, been here for days until the sun comes

Considered a sage, I′m bringing dismay with lyrical stun guns

He's done it again, he′s just an example of blistered insolence
Displayed by little but villainous type
Of children who kill it for lump sums
The cornerstone, pillager just a prisoner due to circumstance
Third-world rapper murderer active with the furtive glance
Whatever the path I choose to take, I harbour intuition
Grasp your indecision and charge your sphincter with a verbal lance


The villager guy living his life amidst the time warp
Convicted of rhyming and then delivering lines on sidewalks
The mic-stalking citizen, innocent of any plagiarism
When it comes to the mic, I stay true to the game, embrace wisdom
The truth we walk alone, this strange age of uncertainty
Where the verbally challenged get murked, burnt to the third degree
Personally, I have to give you the cold shoulder
Foreign Beggars and Wild Child discuss the ways to take over

I'm ′bout to smash a few cities, tap a few fifties
Can't tie me down, you know Taz is too frisky
Travelling the map with the baddest crew with me
From Banbury to Cali via Papua New Guinea

Jack my sound piece, cis man, that's too risky
We act like Saudis and your hands removed quickly
I leave a rapper choking like he′s had a few ciggies
So he bought a bag of dope and his stash was too twiggy

Think I give a crap if you diss me?
I send a thousand cowards with their attitudes flippy
If only your traps were glued stiffly
The phony promoters just gave up the cash and moved swiftly
Here′s another Dag-produced ditty
And fuck all you backpackers yelling my track was too jiggy
These rapping shoes fit me like lacquered boots
On a pack of troops attacking crews like a gang of loose grizzlies

A lot of rappers chat a lot of fraff, I ain't believing them

Either they′re squeezing them, fucking
And leaving them or playing comedians

While I'm dealing with the higher reasoning
And when I′m speaking, I'm weaving a stream
Of thoughts just like a piece of string

As we begin
The beat′s the cloth I thread the needle in and then proceed to spin
Until your fate is sealed between the hem, the end is tailor-made
You'll get your brain displayed
'Cause when I blaze the page, competition becomes the vaguest haze
I deal in science fiction, check the rhyme and listen
When I write on scripts, describe an image with the finest vision
I murder rappers in a timeless instant

You′ll find a symptom of my presence
In the cypher is a spineless victim
We take it deeper than a slight incision like, "Why′s he twitching

On the floor as if the spirit of the mic was in him?"
Who rides a rhythm like a surfer with insight and wisdom
Likes to sit on waves and glide unhindered by the slightest friction?

Uh
Foreign Beggars
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Listen up
Everybody
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