It’s Like That

Album cover art for "It’s Like That" by Fliptrix

Fliptrix - Rap, UK

It’s Like That

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[Intro] HighFocus In the buildin', we stay buildin' [Verse 1] Uh, I'm so high, I see my vessel that my soul's attached to No lie, I'm like a lion when I'm rhymin' at you From the solar plexus, golden fire rises at you Apply the pressure like Shiatsu But it ain't you to take your final breath, I tie a lasso And hang like basketballers, slam-dunkin' hoops I feel the vibe like a masseuse Killin' time with the raccoons, never get in line to pay them taxes, like they ask you I'm gonna catch you off guard, hol' up at you It's apart from the glance, but no glass in my [?] Yes, we come [?] Accept our system is a scam! So don't be plottin' on no ghost train Go and help out, my city and us melt down Cookin' up what's the only ingredients of the shelf now Never out of date, I make you elevate These feather weights will better stay the hell away or I'll detonate I feel the glow no matter what the hell the weather say I'm killin' show, collect my pay, get waved another day I stand walled, never losin' my inner child Forever movin' like the Nile, the world's spinnin' while we walt Jesus spillin' off the face of mother nature while we smile We're in denial, left to trial If the queen be my beat, well, I must be a king of style Individual like fingerprints in the ghost sense of [child?] I'll break your faith down to increment some eatin' while you linger in the aisle Got a dinner tray, no denim on that plate though Prophesizin' like I'm Plato Hold your mind like [play-dough?] Find the light becomin' [?], then I done a halo Whoever's on that fungus foam, [?] hot potato Ghostbusters clocked the duppy man, [you know its case' closed?] [Fed fear?] like, vitamins instead of healin' Ritalin, we needin' discipline yet no one's listenin' Forgot we're flyin' through this holographic universe It's cinematic like some distant planets, enigmatic When I capture the magic and calibrate it into classics [Pre-written?] rapture in the reds of my passage Your symptoms of illness, you blink and they will vanish Drink to that like it's magic! Get kicked back, relaxing Comma spliffs fat and bangin' like the beats that I rap on Soon to blow like I left the gas on [Outro] It's like that, son It's like that, son It's like that, son

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  • Fliptrix