The Message - Fliptrix

Times change, people move on, still wanna write and my name playing my new song

Take each day as it comes, raise the roof off

Raised in the borough of south London, moved off

Moved back, moved off, moved back moved off

Now I wouldn’t move back but know where my roots at

GW crew, rep where I grew up strengthen my words don’t fuck with no pull ups

The light shines through us, write from the sewers, where feds drive by with

the Hiatt to screw us

Just cuz' we’re hooded, stereotypical actions but the message I send through

your stereo ain’t typical bullshit right now though is it?

Flow without gimmicks, old life diminished

Many hold debts put their whole life in them

Wanna feel the flow but they won’t go swimming

They wanna eat good but they won’t go fishing

Wanna hold wisdom their ears won’t listen

Wanna have dreams but they ain’t been kippin'

They’re slippin'

Want something from war, but they best try pillage

Done in their claws

Now theyre real life killers / victims

Walking through the field but the fog still thickens

Lost in the mist with no distinct figure in the distance, trippin'

Re-align with them, the peace we will find will all rise up in us in the final

minutes

Better count down now return to beginnings, beginnings

See signs, see shapes smell fate feel fate feel space

Sense peace hear rain taste past touch base

Seeing signs seeing shapes smell fate feel feel space

Sense peace hear rain taste past touch base

Still wanna wheel I stay Ill without symptoms

Quill still inking, dont blink you’ll miss it

Drown in a bottle of drink labeled vintage

Imprint distinctive embed the message

Instinct to think with live life to tell it

Good vibes are cherished

Let them sink dont revive the wreckage in an instant let it

Combine the setting

Two becomes one, one becomes epic time leaves the past

Past creates relics smiles lead to laughter laughter’s infectious

Smiles on my heart with the mind thats clever

Best hide your features — v for vendetta

People fed up now, now hes the trend setter

Respect that as my art turns to preference

Carving my name one track at a time as the bark starts to perish

Can’t last forever but ill still endeavor no half-hearted effort

Glow past to measure

Part of the stars that sparkle the desert in the new sound error,

through the low pressure

The usual weather

Future utopia we all move to beckon align with your foresight

Hawk eye intention, course I am a henchmen tour guide for lessons

All life’s a blessing

Fall through the mentions

All guided reckless, calm down the restless await the rested

Turn from the worst to the best dont fall through their net yet,

still get connected

See sounds, see shapes smell fate feel fate feel space

Sense peace hear rain taste past touch base

Seeing signs seeing shapes smell fate feel space

Sense peace hear rain taste past touch base