Fliptrix - Against The Grain lyrics

(Verse 1) I never stutter, lie or mutter This my bread and bu*ter Beats straight gutter Like the lungs on a paint huffer f** the coppers, I never wanna get clocked Like fake dollars Need a fishing hat, Shades and acres of forest So I can get away with burying their office Maybe I might jack a uniform, go out as Sergeant Chronic And go around Give the d** back they've stolen from us Roll to the Queens, knick her j**els and start playing conkers I rap for opposite of sheeple man I pay you homage f** the time and the clock and what's on it My hands move faster As I spit bars, they're metal objects The way your cranium gets shattered when I spray it onwards Unlike the girls with their fake tans spraying orange My bars resonate with nature cause I made them from it Sound waves painting pictures out of sacred knowledge I stay awake when I dream You know my state is conscious Unlike the guy laying in the alley in his vomit I'm ballied up in my bedroom hanging like my bollocks I shake the ground Like the shock waves Reverberating octaves Top of the stage Is where my gob's placed (Chorus x2) This is for the people who are growing Mary Jane This for the people who are clinically insane This is for the people living life how they want to Never cared to aid the system, run against the grain (Verse 2) Yo I'm running down the third rail again when the train's coming Done this before, nuff onlookers said nothing Lucky I'm alive now sonny, I was mad buzzing High up in the sky, like the buzzard when it's puffing See I cold crush percussion Getting stuck in like its curry mutton No discussion son You know it's pucker when I bust the oven Favourite way around London's Flash a bus and pay them nothing Tripping off my face Like I just ate eight magic mushrooms Playing dot to dot with microscopic microdots You might have lost your mind A couple nights ago If you find it bruv I couldn't really care less Maybe that's what kaya does I put it on your screen like I transcribed and typed it up Hands tied I still dig the diamonds right out the rough Dripping blood like My eyes concussed from the finest bud Turn the sound gold Like each line got the Midas touch Sites I set are high And mountainous The piff flies me up Focused I align the times I've tried in the past but f**ed up It's a minor bruv Smiling through it like the guilty human In a line up Who am I? Not one to judge I am you Just in a different place And time, trust (Chorus x2) This is for the people who are growing Mary Jane This for the people who are clinically insane This is for the people living life how they want to Never cared to aid the system, run against the grain