Thriller

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Fliptrix] 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 [Chorus: Fliptrix] 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 [Verse 2: Skinnyman] 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 [Chorus: Fliptrix] 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