(No Ratings Yet)As the country where I reside has a less than satisfactory postal service, I’ve not yet received my long-awaited copy of Fliptrix’s new album “The Third Eye Of The Storm”. So, while waiting, I decided to pen his title track from…
VERSE 1:
- Is this the way that it is?
- Or the way that’s it gotta be?
- Date-rapes and robbery
- Shops hotted up, bruv
- It’s just like Monopoly
- Lifelines slide on like prices of property
- High crime and violence in this life of democracy
- Nice times seem like a lie or a prophecy
- We gotta stop the poverty
- Stealing it from the lottery
- Bredders are just a mockery
- Fiending it like Pete Doherty
- Dreaming of living properly
- Living is what I gotta be
- What I gotta be
- As the daybreak wakes
- I see a darker sun
- Is getting knocked off the world
- And disaster’s come
- It’s got the father:
- “I’m lost for the answers son.”
- Like a last breath straight from my tarred up lungs
- I’m so cross with the world that my scars leak blood
- It’s insane. My neck’s hung
- But not from death, from shame
- I feel strange as I pace these plains
CHORUS:
- Force-fed imagery on the airwaves
- Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase
- Force-fed images straight to your screens
- Force-fed images I’ve seen in a dream.
- Force-fed imagery on the airwaves
- Force-fed imagery; graffiti on the staircase
- Force-fed images straight to your screen
- Force-fed images making you scream.
VERSE 2:
- I’ve seen A-Grade straight take, rape and cave in brains
- But my ? stays quicker than the rate of our climate change
- Shit’s fucked up bruv, it’s like the diamond trade
- And the fact that the state pays straight
- Wastes papes at a minimum wage
- It’s despicable mate
- Yo! A million villains are chilling, billing, dealing, killing the living
- Unil they slip into prison
- It doesn’t make a difference if really they did or they didn’t
- The silly judges make the fickle decision
- With little admission
- That’s what’ll cripple the system.
- At a militant rate
- And every minute it’s raised
- So I’m livid with rage
- Living in hate as the wickedest brer
- Depicting pictures, grilling victims with the lyrics I make
- It’s sticky business building quickly on the illest estates
- A million slaves
- Graves grace the image I place
- Right here
- Living here in the city which is filling with rage
CHORUS:
- Force-fed imagery on the airwaves
- Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase
- Force-fed images straight to your screens
- Force-fed images I’ve seen in a dream.
- Force-fed imagery on the airwaves
- Force-fed imagery; graffiti on the staircase
- Force-fed images straight to your screen
- Force-fed images making you scream.
VERSE 3:
- Yo! I’m sly with the mystique
- Depicting these sick dreams
- Through means of a slipstream
- Pristine screens slip clean off my lips like
- Leaves in the wind’s breeze
- Under the tree of mystery I bleed imagery
- Sick with the wish of a winning streak
- Sins speak deeper than the whisper from the Grim Reaper
- Grips around your heart in a second like a seizure
- The streets bring the heat like you’re living with a fever.
CHORUS:
- Force-fed imagery on the airwaves
- Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase
- Force-fed images straight to your screens
- Force-fed images I’ve seen in a dream.
- Force-fed imagery on the airwaves
- Force-fed imagery; graffiti on the staircase
- Force-fed images straight to your screen
- Force-fed images making you scream.
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