Beatflow Freakshow

[Verse 1: Orifice Vulgatron]
The rap matador we're crackin' jaws upon a sack of (?)
Back and forth sword tore smackin' with a batidor
We're ragged raw cause rap talk leave your jacket torn
Like your first born caught watching faggot porn
I'm rackin' more thoughts force [?] never propagate
Stopping late, jocks hate cops cause they're proper bait
Honest mate, never stop rockin' till I rot away
Locked in a box, God watching as my body fades
(Sunny days) See me elevate, never litigate
Bredders tend to hate but defecate because they're featherweight
See me separate, take cover from (?) (??)
See them run like vagabond
I speak words from long lost passages
Grind it with a passion, speaking language of a Vangelis
The dragon fist, vandal scratching panels with an amethyst
The challenge is whether you can handle where the action is

[Chorus]
It's the Beatflow Freakshow
Peeps know the steez
So we keep pros in the cold
Feel it, goes the deal bro
The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill
The death poll professional decimal test the skills
It's the Beatflow Freakshow
Peeps know the steez
So we keep pros in the cold
Feel it, goes the deal bro
The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill
The death poll professional decimal test the skills

[Verse 2: Metropolis]
The hard margin, where man are knockin' raas clarting
Leave man knock cold like Sparkin' Martin
These man have dark flow, the dark soul, hard cold, heart of gold
Spark a (???) with his pastel (?)
I'm just another, yeah I'm upstart
The highly strung rhymey tongued one with the blunt spark you race
Screw-face the shoelace strangler, microphone mangler, (?) manhandler
From the LON, home of the not so mellow men
Fellowship of snake hearts and devil den
Rebel pen regimen stay sharpin' in the city settlements
Trespassing, scaling your metal fence
My mind strikes, cutting sharper than a cypher
I write by night, painting pictures in your twilight
The hi-fi blower, the aye-aye pro smoker, the chro broker
The sound killer stone coacher

[Chorus]
It's the Beatflow Freakshow
Peeps know the steez
So we keep pros in the cold
Feel it, goes the deal bro
The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill
The death poll professional decimal test the skills
It's the Beatflow Freakshow
Peeps know the steez
So we keep pros in the cold
Feel it, goes the deal bro
The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill
The death poll professional decimal test the skills

[Verse: Orifice Vulgatron and Metropolis]
Yo, I can see up in your eyes you're not the person who you claim to be
Just some mock skin moccasin Cheshire grin snake to me
Yo, It's plain to see your scheming mind, beady eyes (?) we despise
And read between the lines, they chime with a destain for glee
And aim to be the ones to rock charts while these actors flock parts
Lookin' hard lost like upmarket (??)
Cops can't handle the fact we stack green up
What? Can't handle the fact we rack lean up?
We team up, leave the beat, bro, it's the clean cut
Hit the streets up fly post misdemeanours
The mic close flamethrower verb centre light roast
Beggar folk brewin' them skills, don't fake like most
Yo, the tightrope battle axe, acid rap
Iller killer iller billing filler rap
Spitting mister in it spill I skill them all
Livin' off my digi-scale dividends
Tell a likkle chiller, tell the killer whale fishermen

[Outro]
It's the Beatflow Freakshow
Peeps know the steez
So we keep pros in the cold
Feel it, goes the deal bro
The steel toe sentinel bredders are sent to kill
The death poll professional decimal test the skills