Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Find the Catch, artist - Fliptrix. Album song Theory of Rhyme, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Find the Catch |
Yeah yeah |
Fliptrix Jam Baxter |
Big up Medison |
Can you find the catch? |
You can find me in the dead of night |
Lost gone missing like, I don’t know my left from right |
Find me looking care free, Mass? |
set to strike |
Call me when its all over, traps open set to bite |
Find me at the centre of the storm, staring at the eye |
Find me at a graves head, mourning over missing lives |
Find me like your sanity, torn from a shrivelled mind |
Find me fighting full front, forced upon the borderline |
Find me breaking laws cos they’re all just a waste of time |
Find me needing guidance like the youth |
Find me like the truth, Find me on the mic up in the booth |
Find me like a clue, find me like humanity |
Mandatory is part of you, find me like raw emotion |
Hearts left torn in two… poor you |
Find me in a state, not the place you’ve been born into |
Find me breaking chains and escaping from all of you |
To find myself not the same as me, I been walking to |
Man you can catch me on these lean nights shut in a hotbox |
Catch me in this beehive buzzin' my chops off |
Catch me in a weeks time duckin' as bombs drop |
I’m watching my dreams die, stuck in the cosmos |
Man I’m on box, writin' the diary of a mind ravager |
High calibre line for line damager |
Catch me tryna to hop this 9−5 barrier |
But climbing these slimy vines requires stamina |
Mighty time traveller, catch me at the big bang |
Balancing on Yin-yang, symbols and quick sand |
King Jams, catching me at the bottom of a tin can wobblin' |
Catch me with the wrong-ens as we sniff grams squabblin' |
But your never catch me grovellin', get ready for Apocalypse Now! |
Im not wafflin', I’m off wonderin' |
Catch me like bird flu, sat tryna to shake the same parasite that merked you! |
Catch me in my dank messy room, tryna strap heavy tunes |
While I wrap smelly zoots, man that’s a catch 22 |
Cos my hands never move when I’m scatty off the score ting |
Waitin' for my sanity to catch me as I’m fallin' |
I’ll catch you in the morning, I’ll be in a bits pissed |
Dribblin' some sick shit, spittin' it with Fliptrix |
Sittin' with a slit wrist, brandishing a bag of bars |
Catch me in your pack of cards, Baxter the jack of hearts! |
Try to find me, you won’t if ya hunt for bargains |
Find me shouting like a mutts mouth when he’s barking |
Find me desecrating pages including margins |
Fam, my crew the darkest, shootin' sittin' ducks and movin' targets |
Set your goal, find me movin' past it |
Find me with a lucozade, zoot and boozy half wits |
Find me asking who to blames when myself’s the answer |
Find me losing faith, moving for the life that’s after… |