Fliptrix - Thunder Clouds lyrics

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, brainwashed with EMFs
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 veneers
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 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 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 fail 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 rows grappling for pieces of the
Puzzle in the cold
Yet I never wore a muzzle when
The truth must be told
I said 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

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