Smooth Crash Landing - Fliptrix

I make a smooth crash landing

Mad piff stinking out

Of the bag it’s rammed in

Catching my reflection in the mirror

Can’t understand him

Ti

II we’re chatting in

A telepathic broken language

That makes discoveries

That break the ground your feet will stand on

Spoken word got the

Soul’s heart beating anthems

From the dreamlands it hangs in

Code of the phantom

Explode like solar flares

Coming to advance us

I ain’t tainted like the

Blood drenched police batons

Cracked heads ricochet

Off the side of meat wagons

I bring the bangers

Like my boy known as Pete Cannon

Dream with passion, bleed talent

Never work for nobody ever

I’m a street rapper

Always high certified weed addict

No problems, no issues

Fam I’m living the dream

Literally in the Swiss hills, chill at the peak

The truths deep

Like my fingers in a sack of green

Ounce bags rinsed in a flash with the ease

Step up on the microphone

You know I’m like jeheeze

What what what what

What you got to say to me?

I’m all-ears like I ain’t got a face to see

Basically, I take the cakes from the bakery

I’m hungry, coz the zoogy gave me munchies

It’s wild out here fam I rep from Jumanji

Chilling with the aliens

Some liquor and the skunk tree

Never wanna fall off the wall

Like Humpty Dumpty

Get my dome cracked see the blood leak

Crowd bounce around

Like titties when they’re busty

Trust me, I’m coming up feel the rush GDigging in the crates

For the breaks that are dusty

That’s Runone and Molotov’s jobs

They’re my dons see

Gotta have your side kick

Like Darstardly’s Mutley

We churn out the tunes like

Manufactured cough sweets

Infectious and dangerous

Like nails that are rusty

Trust me I stay funky like chutney

Hmmmmmm chutney

Lost in a cloud of piff

Straight high like a space ship

Interdimensional shift, yo

I’m moving up to the fifth

Fliptrix, Runone, Molotov

High Focus