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Theory of Rhyme was released in 2007 and is Fliptrix's first dose of his take on the UK hip hop scene and boy he doesn't let you down. Theory of Rhyme is a hard hitting classic album showcasing Fliptrix's versatile flow and subject matter, the subjects span from story telling, his lifestyle, marijuana, graffiti, consciousness and more.

Graffiti Won’t Die features Verb T on the production and Fliptrix on the lyrics where he's looking for every unsprayed nook and cranny to put his stamp on. My Soul is one of our favorite tracks from the album featuring 184 on the beat which breaths peace and tranquility, Fliptrix's lyrics are on a conscious level but with a negative "sick of this shit" vibe. Find The Catch features medison on production, Fliptrix & Jam Baxter have create a perfect collaboration here in terms of style and subject matter, when you have these two emcees on the same beat, guaranteed nangness.

Monday To Sunday by Fliptrix

Monday To Sunday Lyrics

Year of Release: 2010
  • Fliptrix
  • Runone
  • We raise the air waves
  • Represent from the UK
  • Yo, I blaze like sunrays Monday to Sunday
  • The trigger-tongue lyricist, I do shows to fundraise,
  • Get a little stressed, I wanna run away some days,
  • Jump out the mess and find the middle in this dumb maze,
  • Snakes, I've got to make a lot, not little like some dumb brers,
  • I do this for myself, my fam, girl and my home brers,
  • To bin a spliff sick kid, kipping after long days,
  • Fuck work I shot grade and box up a cop's face.
  • Knock down the door till the motherfucking lock breaks,
  • Don't knock me, you'll get knocked out like a Cockney,
  • Would do to you, if you stepped on his shoe, with a rude attitude,
  • From Herne Hill to Lewisham, man are getting chewed up and spat out like chewing gum,
  • Your crew consists of one, I rap like Tarantula: fangs round the neck of your newborn son,
  • Before my crew can even come, you're running and you've gone!
  • Fliptrix
  • Run One
  • We raise the air waves
  • Represent from the UK
  • Fliptrix
  • Run One
  • We raise the air waves
  • Represent from the UK
  • I'll bring trouble in the game and bust your face with the checkmate,
  • So pass me the cheque mate, cause bruv I've got to get paid,
  • Never get corrupt like I'm Nestlé, or girls who are working the sex trade,
  • I make papes the best way, don't get it twisted;
  • Sort of like a sex change, you get me?
  • I'm drunk like PGs or Tetley's,
  • Set heavy with my testes and rep with the besties,
  • Take time for my smoking, gotta let my chest breathe,
  • Let my body function, never rep North, South, East, West,
  • Bruv I rep London, it's crunch time,
  • I'll bust rhymes, so hungry for the stage it's like it's motherfucking lunchtime.
  • I'll spit raps over Hip Hop,
  • Bhangra or bagpipes, I'm a mad guy, in search of the gold like a magpie,
  • My graff's on your track side, it's slapped like a bad wife,
  • Or bunned like a crack pipe,
  • If man don't send me props when I rap tight.
  • Fliptrix
  • Runone
  • We raise the air waves
  • Represent from the UK
  • Fliptrix
  • Runone
  • We raise the air waves
  • Represent from the UK

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