| Yeah yeah
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| Fliptrix Jam Baxter
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| Big up Medison
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| Can you find the catch?
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| You can find me in the dead of night
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| Lost gone missing like, I don’t know my left from right
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| Find me looking care free, Mass? |
| set to strike
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| Call me when its all over, traps open set to bite
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| Find me at the centre of the storm, staring at the eye
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| Find me at a graves head, mourning over missing lives
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| Find me like your sanity, torn from a shrivelled mind
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| Find me fighting full front, forced upon the borderline
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| Find me breaking laws cos they’re all just a waste of time
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| Find me needing guidance like the youth
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| Find me like the truth, Find me on the mic up in the booth
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| Find me like a clue, find me like humanity
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| Mandatory is part of you, find me like raw emotion
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| Hearts left torn in two… poor you
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| Find me in a state, not the place you’ve been born into
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| Find me breaking chains and escaping from all of you
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| To find myself not the same as me, I been walking to
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| Man you can catch me on these lean nights shut in a hotbox
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| Catch me in this beehive buzzin' my chops off
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| Catch me in a weeks time duckin' as bombs drop
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| I’m watching my dreams die, stuck in the cosmos
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| Man I’m on box, writin' the diary of a mind ravager
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| High calibre line for line damager
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| Catch me tryna to hop this 9−5 barrier
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| But climbing these slimy vines requires stamina
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| Mighty time traveller, catch me at the big bang
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| Balancing on Yin-yang, symbols and quick sand
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| King Jams, catching me at the bottom of a tin can wobblin'
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| Catch me with the wrong-ens as we sniff grams squabblin'
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| But your never catch me grovellin', get ready for Apocalypse Now!
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| Im not wafflin', I’m off wonderin'
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| Catch me like bird flu, sat tryna to shake the same parasite that merked you!
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| Catch me in my dank messy room, tryna strap heavy tunes
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| While I wrap smelly zoots, man that’s a catch 22
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| Cos my hands never move when I’m scatty off the score ting
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| Waitin' for my sanity to catch me as I’m fallin'
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| I’ll catch you in the morning, I’ll be in a bits pissed
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| Dribblin' some sick shit, spittin' it with Fliptrix
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| Sittin' with a slit wrist, brandishing a bag of bars
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| Catch me in your pack of cards, Baxter the jack of hearts!
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| Try to find me, you won’t if ya hunt for bargains
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| Find me shouting like a mutts mouth when he’s barking
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| Find me desecrating pages including margins
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| Fam, my crew the darkest, shootin' sittin' ducks and movin' targets
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| Set your goal, find me movin' past it
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| Find me with a lucozade, zoot and boozy half wits
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| Find me asking who to blames when myself’s the answer
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| Find me losing faith, moving for the life that’s after… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Find the Catch , by - Fliptrix. Song from the album Theory of Rhyme, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп