Fliptrix, Skinnyman - Thriller lyrics

Snapping the neck of the track like a killer
Shit took a turn for the worst
That's how I got iller
What be the story, drama, slash thriller?
Manna gonna burst out the hearse
Get in the whip, reverse
Hit first, then third, then fifth
Swerve in the fast lane, drift
Man or a myth? Don't know
But, I do know I'm in a big cloud of the piff
Worth staying arcane out in the mist
Fuck the calculation, count on this
You're out to make pounds
I'm out to make hit's but
Hit's make pounds and make the crowd skitz
Ain't got a gift, man a grinded for this
I made my own stars
Spent thousands to rise up
Late night writing, Brixton cyphering
16 years of age with a fake ID to the bouncer
Hyping after the show, go train line writing


Couldn't give a fuck if
It's raining or shining
Ever since young done 'nuff freestyling
Back in the day my boy Catford John
He had the one liners
So damn ill got Maryjaneitis
Don't really care for the Queen
Just care for my highness when you say ISIS
I think about the goddess not the guys
Who terrorise us with the violence
All I wanna hear is silence
Hide them lips if you're talking shit
'cause son I ain't buying it
Plus, I ain't looking to get brainwashed
Either back in the day up on the bus
To a night with a fiver
See that green light? yeah
I roll like a driver throw you round like a
Poltergeist if it's hyper
Yeah, I've got my fingers in bare pies
When I rhyme I stay fly like airlines
Wide eyed, that's a white lie
Cause, I'm quite high
Future's bright, man look in my tie-dye
When I grab the mic other man go bye bye

T H R I, Double-L, E R thriller
You know who we are killers
We're all moons apart distance
The genre be a thriller
We're all movie stars
Except I ain't acting, yo i'm a loony, yo

They told me that wisdom
Should comes from the mouth of the babes
Stepping out of my house to the rave
Knowing how I'm about to behave
Done the chat, shut the trap, run the track
And let me roll up a fat one to blaze
Once it's lit and I'm on the new wave
So damn lit to fit the new age
Can't get words to fit on my page
Brain feels sick filled with too much rage
Can't be chained, they can't be contained
Like, my ego's way too big for this stage
Shouts out to everyone for namesakes
From my rise and I wake
Then I shake and I bake
And it's been this way since back in the days
And it won't take more than
A whack in the face
To put any little dickhead
Back in their place
Back to the drum roll, back to the bass
Fliptrix got Skinnyman back on the case
That's how the ting's set
So watch me set pace
Spreading love and vibes all over the place
When music hit's you won't feel no pain
So here's a new banger sent
Straight for the face can you feel it?
It's that real shit
It's that funky sensation
From my punky meditation
'Cause it's not only trails that I'm blazing
Bring your skills and you can get wading
Shotting that piff to keep me top baiding
Try stay on track with me, and I derail them
It's not a movie I'm making
T H R I, Double L, E R thriller
WKD open mic killer
Soundboy burial, serve them for dinner
And you wanna know whose the winner?
Before Chester P started hacking the bush
Young Joe killed them all as
An Angel Faced Terror
Ever since then the vision became clearer
On to my goals, I had to get nearer
Once all the smoke and the camera disappears
I'm left here with that man in the mirror

T H R I, Double-L, E R thriller
You know who we are killers
We're all moons apart distance
The genre be a thriller
We're all movie stars
Except I ain't acting, yo i'm a loony, yo