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foreign beggars - standard (faze miyake remix) lyrics

[intro]
yeah
faze miyake
faze miyake
faze miyake
faze miyake

[verse 1: metropolis]
yeah, i’ve been whipping up tracks on the lab
long before jack was a lad
more nicks in the back than- psst
african [?] gets slaps off the dads
on the rags, its a man whose career’s on the flags
that guy does a one hit wonder
us men we done two bad tracks
don’t get axed
i sport that authentic stamp
pest control signed off on that bangzy
swing bars till my wrist get cramped
p-ss that cali medicinal [?]
us men are writs
them man are dampeys
since ’03, going on tanky
nowadays, what up in the [?] game roll up in the pantsies
(ah) for the lash, king size [?] get lashed
you got cash? talking trash
layman brother’s financial crash
me and my clipboard stand for gas
watching them drift like its time lapse
when i bring my raps, its a fire trap
when you bring yours, where’s the fire rap?

[chorus: metropolis]
mythical
rapting
man i’ve been running that standard (standard)
you wanna acting
man i’ll be gunning that standard (standard)
mattic
how these brothers get far?
we’ve been sitting at charge
and we keep repping that standard

[verse 2: rag’n’bone man]
i go so ham, i go so in
i go hog roast, i go bank gin
i go burning red in that hot sun
i bang the gog and i’ll bang your mum
and i sing songs, i smash life
never believe my own hype
and i did the dance, i done it well
and i trod the goats and my feet smell
kick a stink up
me and my fam got a link up
put the rum in the gl-ss and drink up
when i’m back home
a greedy committee still running the city
no jack jones
f-ck, ten pound for that tictac, i want bank loads
i done this and i done that
i ain’t a gangster, i don’t tag toes
i grew up on taskforce
skinnyman rodney and roots manuva
flawed away to ny last week and i heard my bump tip plays in a uber
and that’s a beautiful thing
in a seemingly ugly world
i’ll be treading through quicksand daily
but i finally found me a pub

[verse 3: pavan mukhi]
the stakes is high
but i have faith in life
take my time, but i take these trials
gotta base these odds, gotta reach these heights
(reach these heights)
gotta teach these views, gotta open these minds, gotta break these chains (break these chains)
gotta earn these stripes, gotta respect the truth
i was given one life
i was given one purpose
see this [?] clean at the surface
night sheen but to me its superfluous
i find gems ’cause i figure where the dirt is
ten toes and i’m livin’ life perfect
for now i’m sleeping in a furnace
seen a lot of guys leaving in he-rs-s
i was in church for the service
i was in court for the verdict
never been to [?] for the merkage
my whole life’s right there for these verses
see, my mind finds blisses in curses, dresses in murses
so i don’t pet with these purses
step with the definite purpose
whether it was work or connection, my head is disturbance
they girls will render you worthless

[chorus: metropolis]
rapting
man i’ve been running that standard (standard)
you wanna acting
man i’ll be gunning that standard (standard)
mattic
how these brothers get far?
we’ve been sitting at charge
and we keep repping that standard
rapting
man i’ve been running that standard (standard)
you wanna acting
man i’ll be gunning that standard (standard)
mattic
how these brothers get far?
we’ve been sitting at charge
and we keep repping that standard

[outro: (rag’n’bone man)]
(running that standard, that standard, that standard, that standard)
(running that standard, that standard, that standard, that standard)
faze miyake, faze miyake, faze miyake
(running that standard, that standard, that standard, that standard)
faze miyake, faze miyake, faze miyake

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