[Intro: Orifice Vulgatron]

Yo, yo, yo

Revolution, revolution

Yo, yo, yo

Revolution

Foreign Beggars

Yo, yo, yo

Revolution, revolution

Yes, yes, yes

Foreign Beggars

Comin' to your shows, yeah


[Verse 1: Orifice Vulgatron]

Yo, somebody said that it was time for revolution

I'm spreading truth, stepping through this age of retribution

Bredders use music as a form of communication

But just a fingerprint away from being a slave, so hold your station


[Chorus: Orifice Vulgatron]

Fuck it, blud, it's time to hold your shit underground

Focus on your strategy and how you're going to work the pound

Fuck it, blud, it's time to hold your shit underground

Focus on your strategy and...

Fuck it, blud, it's time to hold your shit under-

Focus on your strategy and how you're going to work the pound


[Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron]

I heard a clown talking shit about this London sound

Stepped to his face and ripped his brain out his fucking mouth

And I ain't in a no long [?] [?]

I came to represent my people, blud, it's just a fact

We're past the point of no-return and I ain't watching nuttin'

Move it worldwide but you're on road tryin' to show me suttin'


[Verse 3: Orifice Vulgatron]

"He's gotta be bluffin"

"He ain't a rapper, look at his garbs

Ain't even rockin' a [?] and he's gwan it like he's large"

"Who the fuck is he anyway?"

(Vulgatron!)

Learn the name, I turn verse on paper

Words burn the flame