The Badman Riddim (Jump) Songfacts reports that Orifice Vulgatron and Dag Nabbit met in Dubai and after making drum and bass for a time they switched to hip hop. DJ Nonames met Metropolis at university in 2000 and the duo joined hip hop and funk band Focused Few and began throwing warehouse parties and touring. Vulgatron was introduced to Nonames through Dj Gizroc, then part of the Mixologists Crew, and by late 2002 the quartet had started performing and recording alongside beatboxer Shlomo. The band released their first album, Asylum Speakers on November 27, 2003. Shlomo subsequently moved on and started doing his own thing with the Beatbox Orchestra and by 2011 Dagnabbit had taken a backseat and was concentrating on the crew's business side.
The crew have released a slew of 12"s and Ep's and really made their mark after independently releasing their critically acclaimed, debut LP 'Asylum Speakers'. Foreign Beggars have collaborated and toured with the cream of UK's Hip Hop movement, with Shlomo appearing on Björk's album Medulla and NoNames having done cuts for Damon Albarn's Gorillaz project. With forthcoming projects with Dj Sparo, Dj Vadim, Dudley Perkins, WildChild (Lootpack), OH NO, Dj IQ, Dj Mentat, Scratch Perverts, and Euphrates, the crew see no boundaries with diversifying their sound.
Foreign Beggars are also renowned for their explosive live performances, which recently saw them tear down Glastonbury, Fabric and Hip Hop Kemp in Hradec Kralove. They have supported Public Enemy, Roots Manuva, Beatnuts, Masta Ace, Grand Master Flash, Talib Kweli, Wu-Tang Clan, Asian Dub Foundation, Last Emperor, Mark Ronson, Ja Rule, Blak Twang, and many more.
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Hold On
Foreign Beggars Lyrics
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Hold on tight to what you own, when there's people like me was outside your home
Step in the ring, blaze tracks, slay bait twats
Make that train, way back, spread an 8-track
Spitting out all kind of rhyme in a way that
Make any rapper wanna stop with the late chat
Nobody knows a nigga looking to bring back
Foreign beggar fam over run as I take that
Rap Montana, write my name by the train tracks
Kit Kat rappers get bucked and bitch slapped
Crack black eye, some wanna flay flic-flac?
Sit back, cotch, chit chatter, where the tick at?
Charge next man £10 for a Tic Tac
Spit down lyric quick fast with ma sick chat,
Ship-wrecked rappers get bucked with a big bat
Kill any mini-man dick with a shit gat
Spill a man's guts with the face of a pick-axe
Who coming on a bit gotta get a lick shot?
Quick fix, bitch, then did a bit of crack rock
Red-hot rapper, nigga knock about his spit rah
Lock up any amatuer that wanna come shit talk
Rub-a-dub mug get dumped in a trunk
Armed with a mic and a big bag of punk
Jump up, run amock, I never come
Never humm, stand up, fuck 'em up from to the back to the front
From my earliest pillaging and scheming with mad men
Bad men all the way from there and to Camden
Challenging any man dem who wanna step on a track
And if he′s still talkin′ shit i get ready to lamp him
Big bad rappers get slapped up in tandem
Acting like dons when they're openly rampant
Jump up in the back of the car like he was strapped in
None of us panic, here I come, with my fat pen
X 2
Blud, I ain′t trying to prove nothin' move somethin′
Too many man are left dead for nothing
Get battered up, whacked up, splurt for nothing
Beat down, hurt, or left murked for nothing blad
But thats just how tings gwannin
When a man said hes a bad man from morning
Now wait till Sunday morning,
His fams in church dressed in black; mourning
Nobody had a chance to warn him
'Cause he had just been on stage performing
And certain girl-dem had started to swarm him
After that just sounds quite alarming
One brother said your a chief,
And yes you can Tell that im looking beef
Coz i live around all of the pressure on the streets
But I never knew gunmen and stress relief
Bust one in your belly n′
Bust one in your teeth
Bringin' heap on anyone I'm looking to eat
Because any idiot could have drawn the gun back
Lick out the barrel and make the gun clap
Me I just step to the mic and I run chat
Give them the eyeshot then return with a comeback
Mr Vulga asked me to guest track
Instead of me telling the man dem to get flat
The manor that I′m living in, yes I rep that
Anything I want in life yes I get that
Disrespect me, get disrespect back
Are you really from the ends blad?
Forget that
Are you really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, from the ends blad?
Forget that
Are you really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, from the ends blad?
Forget that
The song "Hold On" by Foreign Beggars is a high-energy rap track with fast delivery and powerful lyrics. The song warns the listener to hold onto their possessions and stay safe because "people like me" are outside their door. The lyrics speak of a life of violence and crime, with the rapper boasting about his prowess speaking, writing, and fighting. He challenges anyone who wants to step up to him on the track, warning them that he is ready to "lamp" them if they keep talking trash.
The lyrics are gritty and intense, reflecting the tough life of the streets. The rapper talks about how he is always ready to fight, and how he has seen too many people die for no reason. He also speaks of how fame can be dangerous, and how people can turn on you quickly. The song is a powerful warning to those who might think they can mess with the rapper or his family.
Line by Line Meaning
Hold on tight to what you own, when there′s people like me was outside your door
Hold onto your belongings when people like me are outside your home
Step in the ring, blaze tracks, slay bait twats
Enter the music industry, make great music and take down weak rappers
Make that train, way back, spread an 8-track
Travel back in time with your music and gain a wider audience
Spitting out all kind of rhyme in a way that
Delivering a range of rhymes uniquely
Nobody knows a nigga looking to bring back
No one knows about the artist who is trying to restore the music
You couldn′t even rock a toe with a play back
You cannot even dance to a pre-recorded song
Foreign beggar fam over run as I take that
The Foreign Beggars' group is dominating as they take down others
Rap Montana, write my name by the train tracks
Write my name in graffiti by the train tracks while rapping
Kit Kat rappers get bucked and bitch slapped
Treat weak rappers with less respect and humiliate them
Crack black eye, some wanna flay flic-flac?
Cause a black eye and some want to flip back?
Sit back, cotch, chit chatter, where the tick at?
Sit back, relax, talk casually, where are the drugs?
Charge next man £10 for a Tic Tac
Charge the next man £10 for a tiny amount of drugs
Spit down lyric quick fast with ma sick chat,
Quickly deliver sick rhymes with my voice
Ship-wrecked rappers get bucked with a big bat
Destroyed rappers get beaten with a large baseball bat
Kill any mini-man dick with a shit gat
Shoot any small man with a terrible gun
Spill a man's guts with the face of a pick-axe
Violently attack someone with a pick-axe
Who coming on a bit gotta get a lick shot?
Who is trying to step up and get exposed to my style
Quick fix, bitch, then did a bit of crack rock
Quick solution, do crack cocaine, then repeat the sequence
Red-hot rapper, nigga knock about his spit rah
Great rapper, violently lose control while rapping
Lock up any amatuer that wanna come shit talk
Imprison anyone who wants to trash talk
Rub-a-dub mug get dumped in a trunk
Silly person gets thrown in a car trunk
Armed with a mic and a big bag of punk
Carrying a microphone and a lot of confidence
Jump up, run amock, I never come
Jump up, go crazy, never back down
Never humm, stand up, fuck 'em up from to the back to the front
Never hesitate, confront and attack from either direction
From my earliest pillaging and scheming with mad men
From my early days of violently acquiring and plotting with other crazy people
Bad men all the way from there and to Camden
Dangerous men from there to Camden
Challenging any man dem who wanna step on a track
Challenging anyone who wants to compete on a song
And if he′s still talkin′ shit i get ready to lamp him
If he continues to talk trash, I will fight him
Big bad rappers get slapped up in tandem
Powerful, terrible rappers get attacked together
Acting like dons when they're openly rampant
Behaving like mafia bosses when they're out of control
Jump up in the back of the car like he was strapped in
Jump into the back seat of a car as if restrained or held down
None of us panic, here I come, with my fat pen
We don't panic, I approach calmly with a broad writing instrument
Blud, I ain′t trying to prove nothin' move somethin′
I'm not trying to prove anything, take action.
Too many man are left dead for nothing
Too many people are killed for no reason
Get battered up, whacked up, splurt for nothing
Get beaten, killed, and ultimately sacrificed for no reason
Beat down, hurt, or left murked for nothing blad
Beaten, hurt, or killed for no reason
But thats just how tings gwannin
But that is how things are happening
When a man said hes a bad man from morning
When a man claims to be a tough guy from the start
Now wait till Sunday morning,
Wait until the day of rest on Sunday
His fams in church dressed in black; mourning
His family members are in mourning and dressed in black in church
Nobody had a chance to warn him
Nobody had an opportunity to alert him
'Cause he had just been on stage performing
Because he had just been performing on stage
And certain girl-dem had started to swarm him
And certain girls started to gather around him
After that just sounds quite alarming
After that, it seems quite concerning
One brother said your a chief,
One person said you are a leader
And yes you can Tell that im looking beef
And yes, you can tell that I'm looking for trouble
Coz i live around all of the pressure on the streets
Because I live around all the stress and danger of the streets
But I never knew gunmen and stress relief
But I never imagined violence and crime would be a form of relaxation
Bust one in your belly n′
Shoot you in the stomach
Bust one in your teeth
Shoot you in the face
Bringin' heap on anyone I'm looking to eat
Bringing pain to whoever I'm trying to defeat
Because any idiot could have drawn the gun back
Because anyone could just pull out a gun
Lick out the barrel and make the gun clap
Clean the gun barrel and then shoot
Me I just step to the mic and I run chat
I simply approach the microphone and speak my mind
Give them the eyeshot then return with a comeback
Get the crowd's attention and respond with a good comeback
Mr Vulga asked me to guest track
Mr. Vulga requested that I feature on a song
Instead of me telling the man dem to get flat
Rather than tell people to leave, I get them excited
The manor that I′m living in, yes I rep that
The neighborhood I am residing in, I represent that
Anything I want in life yes I get that
I attain anything that I desire in life
Disrespect me, get disrespect back
If you show me disrespect, I'll disrespect you back
Are you really from the ends blad?
Are you truly from the dangerous part of town?
Forget that
Never mind that
Writer(s): Denzil Foster, Thomas Derrick Mc Elroy, Dawn Sherrice Robinson, Terry L. Ellis, Maxine Jones, Cindy Ann Herron
Contributed by Cameron C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Royy
(Correction to overall song meaning)
The song "Hold On" by Foreign Beggars is a high-energy rap track with fast delivery and powerful lyrics. The song warns the listener to hold onto their possessions and stay safe because dangerous "people like me" are outside your door. The lyrics are gritty and intense, reflecting the tough life and extremes of the streets. They speak of a life of violence and crime, and how they have seen too many people die for no reason.
Both rappers contrast this with their current lives, where they have succeeded and get whatever they want through rapping. Rivals are metaphorically slain through words and thinking “None of us panic, here I come, with my fat pen” rather than literally with mindless violence where “any idiot could [kill you with a gun]”. The song gets the listener to think about their life and what they value, before they end up running with dangerous people and losing everything. It tries to show rapping as an alternative escape to the circle of crime and violence that puts so many young people in the ground, their families in church, dressed in black, mourning.
Royy
The song "Hold On" by Foreign Beggars is a high-energy rap track with fast delivery and powerful lyrics. The song warns the listener to hold onto their possessions and stay safe because "people like me" are outside their door. The lyrics speak of a life of violence and crime, with the rapper boasting about his prowess speaking, writing, and fighting. He challenges anyone who wants to step up to him on the track, warning them that he is ready to "lamp" them if they keep talking trash.
The lyrics are gritty and intense, reflecting the tough life of the streets. The rapper talks about how he is always ready to fight, and how he has seen too many people die for no reason. He also speaks of how fame can be dangerous, and how people can turn on you quickly. The song is a powerful warning to those who might think they can mess with the rapper or his family.
@meestabond7583
How is this not in the umpteen millions of views? It's one of the hardest tracks ever made EVER
@foreignbeggars
Can’t believe this tune was made 16 years ago now MADTING
@tomg5187
Foreign Beggars absolutely mad! I miss old British stuff like this these are the don times when you and skinny was about heavy
@tomg5187
Foreign Beggars helped me thru many a cold night in these council estates out here
@AtroxBeats
crazy!!
@jamesmcguire5822
Terrifying lol
@megamanhero3052
Still banging this out in dec 2018
@DanielAMCoutts
Big love to all the Beggars Fam. R.I.P. Ebow.