Thriller - Fliptrix, Skinnyman

Snapping the neck of the track like a killer

Shit took a turn for the worst, that’s how I got iller

What be the story, drama, slash thriller?

Manna gonna burst out the hearse

Get in the whip, reverse, hit first, then third, then fifth

Swerve in the fast lane, drift

Man or a myth?

Don’t know, but I do know I’m in a big cloud of the piff

Worth staying arcane out in the mist

Fuck the calculation, count on this

You’re out to make pounds, I’m out to make hits but

Hits make pounds and make the crowd skitz

Ain’t got a gift, man a grinded for this

I made my own stars, spent thousands to rise up

Late night writing, Brixton cyphering

16 years of age with a fake ID to the bouncer

Hyping

After the show, go train line writing

Couldn’t give a fuck if it’s raining or shining

Ever since young done 'nuff freestyling

Back in the day my boy Catford John, he had the one liners

So damn ill got Maryjaneitis

Don’t really care for the Queen just care for my highness

When you say ISIS, I think about the goddess not the guys who terrorise us with

the violence

All I wanna hear is silence

Hide them lips if you’re talking shit 'cause son I ain’t buying it

Plus, I ain’t looking to get brainwashed, either

Back in the day up on the bus to a night with a fiver

See that green light?

Yeah, I roll like a driver

Throw you round like a poltergeist if it’s hyper

Yeah, I’ve got my fingers in bare pies

When I rhyme I stay fly like airlines

Wide eyed, that’s a white lie, cause I’m quite high

Future’s bright, man look in my tie-dye

When I grab the mic other man go bye bye

T H R I, Double-L, E R

Thriller

You know who we are

Killers

We’re all moons apart

Distance

The genre be a thriller

We’re all movie stars

Except I ain’t acting, yo

I’m a loony, yo

They told me that wisdom

Should comes from the mouth of the babes

Stepping out of my house to the rave

Knowing how I’m about to behave

Done the chat, shut the trap, run the track

And let me roll up a fat one to blaze

Once it’s lit and I’m on the new wave

So damn lit to fit the new age

Can’t get words to fit on my page

Brain feels sick filled with too much rage

Can’t be chained, they can’t be contained

Like, my ego’s way too big for this stage

Shouts out to everyone for namesakes

From my rise and I wake, then I shake and I bake

And it’s been this way since back in the days

And it won’t take more than a whack in the face

To put any little dickhead back in their place

Back to the drum roll, back to the bass

Fliptrix got Skinnyman back on the case

That’s how the ting’s set, so watch me set pace

Spreading love and vibes all over the place

When music hits you won’t feel no pain

So here’s a new banger sent straight for the face

Can you feel it?

It’s that real shit

It’s that funky sensation

From my punky meditation

'Cause it’s not only trails that I’m blazing

Bring your skills and you can get wading

Shotting that piff to keep me top baiding

Try stay on track with me, and I derail them

It’s not a movie I’m making

T H R I, Double L, E R

Thriller

WKD open mic killer

Soundboy burial, serve them for dinner

And you wanna know whose the winner?

Before Chester P started hacking the bush

Young Joe killed them all as an Angel Faced Terror

Ever since then the vision became clearer

On to my goals, I had to get nearer

Once all the smoke and the camera disappears

I’m left here with that man in the mirror

T H R I, Double-L, E R

Thriller

You know who we are

Killers

We’re all moons apart

Distance

The genre be a thriller

We’re all movie stars

Except I ain’t acting, yo

I’m a loony, yo