Fliptrix - Monday to Sunday lyrics

Fliptrix Runone We raise the air waves Represent from the UK Yo, I blaze like sunrays Monday to Sunday The trigger-tongue lyricist, I do shows to fundraise, Get a little stressed, I wanna run away some days, Jump out the mess and find the middle in this dumb maze, Snakes, I've got to make a lot, not little like some dumb brers, I do this for myself, my fam, girl and my home brers, To bin a spliff sick kid, kipping after long days, f** work I shot grade and box up a cop's face. Knock down the door till the motherf**ing lock breaks, Don't knock me, you'll get knocked out like a co*kney, Would do to you, if you stepped on his shoe, with a rude attitude, From Herne Hill to Lewisham, man are getting chewed up and spat out like chewing gum, Your crew consists of one, I rap like Tarantula: fangs round the neck of your newborn son, Before my crew can even come, you're running and you've gone! Fliptrix Run One We raise the air waves Represent from the UK Fliptrix Run One We raise the air waves Represent from the UK I'll bring trouble in the game and bust your face with the checkmate, So pa** me the cheque mate, cause bruv I've got to get paid, Never get corrupt like I'm Nestlé, or girls who are working the s** trade, I make papes the best way, don't get it twisted; Sort of like a s** change, you get me? I'm drunk like PGs or Tetley's, Set heavy with my testes and rep with the besties, Take time for my smoking, gotta let my chest breathe, Let my body function, never rep North, South, East, West, Bruv I rep London, it's crunch time, I'll bust rhymes, so hungry for the stage it's like it's motherf**ing lunchtime. I'll spit raps over Hip Hop, Bhangra or bagpipes, I'm a mad guy, in search of the gold like a magpie, My graff's on your track side, it's slapped like a bad wife, Or bunned like a crack pipe, If man don't send me props when I rap tight. Fliptrix Runone We raise the air waves Represent from the UK Fliptrix Runone We raise the air waves Represent from the UK