Pitch 92, Fliptrix - Overly fresh lyrics

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It’s the pitch and flips, Flips
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Step up in the jam with a bottle in my hand
Smelling overly dank
Ima grind like ten tonnes
Smoke with white up or a packet of Bensons
Life is endless
No full stop on this sentence
Bust that crime do the repentance
First-class tracked and signed
When I’m sending to waste men
DJay’s who don’t play will be made
Even our gold they be taking
Did u take the Pe mate
I’ve been in a deep state
A tree range thought so coarse
That’s high get replayed
Don’t wanna tour worldwide shut stages down
Can’t see straight only one winner in a race
And I’ve got the sweepstake pete sake
Nobody cares about what he say
She sees these days
Mana wanna stay lean in a dream state

This my plan out with the can
Butter red spam makes news to the fam
Sound for the future
Gotta make news for my fam
Spread that music man
It's my plan out with the gang gotta expand
Make news for the fam sign for the future
Gotta make news for my fam
Spread that music man

As we take it further
The Journeys getting murkier
We got our shit backwards
Red, Rum, is fucking, murder
So I, pick the, mic up
Yeah I, light the earth up city Surfer
I'll be on some next shit that will
Lead you here to find your purpose
Lightning strike like me on a mic in a venue
Be on your side smirk send you
Sometimes don’t write quite as much as I like
Cus I got HF to attend to
That’s why I stay up late
At night writing bars i know it’s essential
Get a bit bored with the schedule
Then I change program
When I push a range rover
On a road as an old man
See me drive by to a slooow jam
OG man never breaking down
I’m going in where you’re poking around
I’m whiling out while you’re holding it down
I got a style that made me renowned
But, I got my feet firmly on the ground
Yeah, it’s all my type
Bun herb with the owls

I kill beats i don’t sleep i write bars
I won’t eat i live life
I can’t die i won’t lie
I get high i kill beats
I don’t sleep i write bars
I won’t eat i live life
I can’t die i won’t lie
I get high i stay overly fresh
Like I’m right through in a copious mess
Don’t hope for the best
Come first place merkin the set
Terfin the rest
Never give my wo wo words to the feds
Disturbing the ends like vultures
Six times six won't fucks with the culture
Wanna spit bars not clips and revolvers
That’s why names up there on the poster
But nuff feds got chips on their shoulders
Tryna shut these down knock off the stock
Like it’s got Ebola
Concentrate on murdering rate not smokers
I don’t really rate those jokers
I be the mic controller
Hold my skill like my name was Zola
H to the F always bring that focus
Praise to the sess i blaze my dosage
Craving away some fee fi fo shit
Best believe I got the rewinds slow
Got the rewinds slow
Got the rewinds slow got the rewinds sloaded