Thunder Clouds - Illinformed, Fliptrix

Rain falls on my toes

Walking in the rain

Yeah

I never stop spitting, why?

That’s for quitters

Hence why I’ve always got new writtens

HF go to a show, we need them four figures

Mad lyrics in a twist like knickers

Envision, blood, sweat and tears

Then go on bigger

Start back tracking, way into the distance

Mind rattling, it sets the rambling

The vines of the underworld, my soul still tramples them quicker

Catalysts for murdering the pantry, by the vinegar

Better mind appliances that tamper with the evidence

Staring down a motherfucking barrel at my skeleton

Knee deep in blood so don’t ask about our wellingtons

Or the whereabouts, of my elephants

Why you tryna take me down, like the residence

Sonic resonance, brain washing E M F

Repeat after me say, 'I am legend'

No full stop, yet I still end the sentence

I am free, no remorse just remembrance

The past lies, in dream fields where the scarecrows reign is assembling

HF’s the emblem, elite I dismember them

Leave light bodies trembling

Hallucinogenic flash backs, now you’re remembering

You’re more than just some atoms in a pattern that is excellent

Painted vivid images as tears smeared vinears

I decorate exteriors, climbing up the wall and the lining with the ethereal

Matrix cold with no cereal

I scratched it off like a car thief, with some dodgy materials

Just to make it real to you, just to make it real to you

Thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes

Dripping through the holes that are made by rows

Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold

Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told

I said

I might of joked around before but now I’m serious

You got a occults doing weird shit like drinking periods

Masonic house symbolism, Bohemian grove realism

Satanic worship, it’s all imperialism

I don’t feel this vision, I feel to reveal the realness in every written

Hidden elevation

I stay cloaked when I’m spitting

Full throttle, never been a pot hole slipping

In dodgy old Britain, keep it popping like pilling

Not penicillin playing foxtrot villains

Repeat after me, you are not what you own though

Let that fly over your head, like the drones

Nano particles dropping in your zone

Don’t beat around the bush like Bush, he’s a skull and bones

Society, the population needs the skull and bones in your society

Don’t flow in the mainstream, I know that they lie to me

I feel the pain of musical flow, like each key note was ivory

Shed my fear I got, death here beside of me

Staring at him in his eyes, laughing as he cries to me

Went to console him and he stuck a fucking knife in me

Thrust it at 90 degrees, like he’s cutting corners violently

So agenda 21 and he’s gone when he tried to silence me

Unsuccessful attempt (unlucky), I held my vibrancy

Neither Hell of Heaven exists, this is the irony

On the flip side, I’m firing off the iron like the animal inside of me

I can breathe finally

Thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes

Dripping through the holes that are made by bro’s

Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold

Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told

I said

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