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fliptrix - force fed imagery كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
is this the way that it is?
or the way that’s it gotta be?
date-rapes and robbery
shops hotted up, bruv
it’s just like monopoly
lifelines slide on like prices of property
high crimes and violence in this life of democracy
nice times seem like a lie or a prophecy
we gotta stop the poverty
stealing it from the lottery
bredders are just a mockery
fiending it like pete doherty
dreaming of living properly
living is what i gotta be
what i gotta be
as the daybreak wakes
i see a darker sun
is getting knocked off the world
and disaster’s come
it’s got the father:
“i’m lost for the answers son.”
like a last breath straight from my tarred up lungs
i’m so cross with the world that my scars leak blood
it’s insane. my neck’s hung
but not from death, from shame
i feel strange as i pace these plains

[hook]
force-fed imagery on the airwaves
force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase
force-fed images straight to your screens
force-fed images i’ve seen in a dream
force-fed imagery on the airwaves
force-fed imagery; graffiti on the staircase
force-fed images straight to your screens
force-fed images making you scream

[verse 2]
i’ve seen a-grade straight take, rape and cave in brains
but my mate[?] stays quicker than rate of our climate change
sh-t’s f-cked up bruv, it’s like the diamond trade
and the fact that the state pays straight
wastes papes at a minimum wage
it’s despicable mate
yo! a million villains are chilling, billing, dealing, k!lling the living
until they slip into prison
it doesn’t make a difference if they really did or they didn’t
the silly judges make the fickle decisions
with little admission
that’s what’ll cripple the system
at a militant rate
and every minute it’s raised
so i’m livid with rage
living in hate as the wickedest breh
depicting pictures, grilling victims with the lyrics i make
it’s sticky business building quickly on the illest estates
a million slaves
grace the image i place
right here
living here in the city which is filling with rage

[verse 3]
yo! i’m sly with the mystique
depicting these sick dreams
through means of a slipstream
pristine screens slip clean off my lips like
leaves in the wind’s breeze
under the tree of mystery i bleed imagery
sick with the wish of a winning streak
sins speak deeper than the whisper from the grim reaper
grips around your heart in a second like a seizure
the streets bring the heat like you’re living with a fever

- fliptrix

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