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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Where Did The Sun Go?
Foreign Beggars Lyrics
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The quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet nights of quiet stars
The quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Erased by the cars
Abghas, Haze and gun smoke
Through the rain as I speak my bars
The light of the streets delete the stars
The air that we breathe is poison and
People wear fake tan to avoid the sun
Like a demon child that destroys its mum
Eaten up from the inside like horsemen from Troy
My lungs are jet black and cancerous
Gasoline, nicotine and Ganja spliffs
Damage is done, like when arms handlers
Had me praying for change like a thousand mantises
Pursue goodness and loot the righteous
Dark circling computer nightmares
We cruise light-years
Recruiting the future fighters
Quiet nights of quiet stars
The quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet nights of quiet stars
The quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
I write the sickest raps that bring it back to the natural elements
Iller than twisted cats with twenty kids in backward settlements
Settling for less than ten pence for a day′s wage
It's this rap game′s baiter than ancient ways of racial hatred
With thoughts contagiously spawning new waves of anger
Damaging innocent minds that wanna rhyme 'cause they're none the wiser
I flow more than two rival tides in a violent ocean
Riding the undercurrents of bodies writhing in tribal motion
Survive on the vital potion
Liquid swords of frozen soul food
Holding the pole position only stroll with wholly bold few
But I′m sure by the rise of the next cycle we′ll be forgotten
Confided in dry tears by the wayside with mind's rotten
Fight for the common cause in the plight for the defiant brother
Whose only hope to find soul is in a bottle or a lonely gutter
If only truths were uttered every time our mouths were open
We′d be halfway to the promised land with the vision of cowards broken
Quiet nights of quiet stars
The quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet nights of quiet stars
The quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
I'm a starving artist who harnessed the force of the beat
I talk to my peeps who walk in their sleep
Through dimly lit Victorian streets
Where the law of the beasts is enforced by police
Ignoring the shrieks and silent screams
Violent scenes, grey smog hides sun′s vibrant beams
Tyrants seek to make loot in grey suits
Caught in the same loop but can't break loose
The hate, the hate produced takes root, shapes youths
And grows into Billie Holiday′s Strange Fruit
The rotten apple he picked from the trees
The sick and diseased
To its pips and its seeds
The wickedest fiends
Trick and deceive
The victims bereaved
Mans are addicted to greed
But wealth corrupts
'Til you self-destruct
Our target is to uplift and help you up
What
Quiet nights of quiet stars
Quiet nights of quiet stars
The quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet nights of quiet stars
The quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
The lyrics of Foreign Beggars's song "Where Did The Sun Go?" paint a vivid picture of a world filled with darkness and despair, juxtaposed against the backdrop of quiet nights and silent stars. The repetition of these lines emphasizes a sense of calm and peacefulness that is being disrupted by the harsh realities of the world.
The lines "Ayo, where did the sun go? Erased by the cars, Abghas, Haze and gun smoke" immediately set a bleak tone, suggesting that the natural beauty of the sun is being overshadowed by pollution, violence, and destruction. The reference to "the air that we breathe is poison" and people wearing fake tan to avoid the sun highlights the toxic environment in which the artists find themselves.
The lyrics delve into themes of struggle and survival, with references to blackened lungs, substance abuse, and societal decay. The imagery of "horsemen from Troy" suggests a sense of impending doom and destruction, mirroring the internal turmoil and external chaos that the artists are grappling with.
The final paragraphs touch on the artist's own personal journey and the larger societal issues at play. There is a sense of defiance and rebellion in the face of adversity, as they navigate through a world filled with corruption, greed, and violence. The longing for truth and redemption, as well as a desire to uplift and empower others, shines through in the powerful and introspective lyrics. Overall, the song portrays a complex narrative of darkness and light, struggle and resilience, set against the backdrop of a world in turmoil.
Writer(s): Thomas Evans, Dag Torgersbraten, Pavan Anil Mukhi, Malcom Todd
Contributed by Ryan S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Quiet nights of quiet stars
The quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Ayo, where did the sun go?
Erased by the cars
Haze and gun smoke
Through the rain as I speak my bars
The light of my streets that leads to the stars
The air that we breathe is poisin and
People wear fake tan to avoid the sun
Like a demon child that destroys it's mum
Eaten up from the inside like horsemen
And draw in my lungs are jet black and cancerous
Gasoline, nicotine and Ganja spliffs
Damage is done like when arms handlers
Had me praying for change like a thousand mantises
[?] salute the righteous
Dark circling computer nightmares
We cruise lightyears
Recruiting the future fighters
I write the sickest raps to bring it back to the natural elements
Iller than twisted cats and twenty kids in backward settlements
Settling for less than ten pence for a day's wage
It's this rap game's bater than [?] racial hatred
With thoughts contagious we're spawning new waves of anger
Damaging [?] none the wiser
I flow two rival tides in a divided ocean
Riding the undercurrents your bodies writhe with contrived emotion
Surviving the vital potion
Liquid stores of frozen soul food
Holding the pole position [?]
But I'm sure [?] cycle and will be forgotten
Confided in dry tears when the ways of the mind's rotten
Fight for the common cause and the plight for the divine brother
Whose only hope to find soul [?] at the bottom of [?] gutter
If only truths were uttered every time our mouths were open
We'd be halfway to the promised land with the vision of [?] broken
I'm a starving artist who harnessed the force of the beat
I talk to my peeps who walk in their sleep
Through dimly lit Victorian streets
Where the law of the beasts is enforced by police
Ignoring the tricks and silent screams
Violent scenes, grey smoke [?] sun's vibrant beams
Tyrants seek to make loot in grey suits
Caught in the same loop but can't break loose
The hate the hate produced takes root, shapes youths
And grows into Billie Holiday's strange fruit
The rotten apple he picked from the trees
The sickened disease
To it's pips and it's seeds
The wickedest thieves
Trick and deceive
The victims bereaved
Mans are addicted to green
But wealth corrupts
Til you self-destruct
Our [?] is to uplift and help you up
What
@FRamps
People only know the "dubstep side" of FB but the best stuff was during these years...great vibes
@RideBikes_Walkplaces
I only know this side of fb. grew up on this shit!!
@DHFreaki
I love their old shit, but the newer dubstep stuff is fucking dope aswell!
Saw them live yesterday, they played both - it was insane
@andreasyup613
word man next level shit
@martynclarke8400
Their hip hop was off the wall. Theres still some real ones
@ThePhillkillv2
I know this song came out way before I heard it, but it takes me back to my days in 2010, all when I was learning about UK hip-hop back in the states, blasting this stuff with my friends, putting them on to different stuff. RIP Riley.
@fluffyawsome
Foreign Beggars should be known world wide!!!
@orinoco9690
When uk hip hop was goood. These boys put it on another level !!
@lloydbrothers3315
This song has never been more relevant. Eerie chills... mad love to all you guys in these troubling times.
@CommanderCentauri
REST IN PEACE Ebow Enyan Graham