Fliptrix – Frontline Terror Ft. Ramson Badbonez & Jam Baxter (AUDIO)

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Fliptrix – Frontline Terror Ft. Ramson Badbonez & Jam Baxter taken from the new Fliptrix album ‘Third Eye Of The Storm’ which is out now on High Focus Records on CD, Digital and Limited Edition double vinyl.

Track produced by Dillijence & Runone

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  1. LYRICS

    Fliptrix
    [Intro]
    When there is no more room in hell
    The dead will walk the Earth

    [Verse 1: Fliptrix]
    Body parts flying life's hard like cars dying
    Wanna say its gonna get better but I'm past lying
    So gotta make a glass eye start crying
    Pain in the liquid form drippin' from my torn eyelid
    Situation volatile
    Operation trident
    All I hear is war talk, court orders more violence
    Far from a walk in the park its a minefield
    Pressures building up about to blow
    That's how my mind feels
    Never use my signature
    No ones got the right deals
    Clutching at my mic skills
    And running for the high hills
    Puffin' on the blunt of death
    Clucking for some nice thrills
    Losing my emotions that I thought I was designed to feel
    Knowing deep inside
    That its something only time will heal
    Like turning people into road kill behind the wheel
    Close your eyes see them still
    Still a still life still dead skulls fractured
    Road collapses
    Rotten corpse broken mattress
    Candle lit total sadness
    Falling backwards into holes of blackness
    So follow me let your soul get captured
    With no return 'cos your ghost holds the warranty burn
    Your body in a quarantine
    Search for your inner peace
    Abandon that grief backhand slap police
    The tactical man thinks deep on the Dillijence beat
    [Hook] x2
    We hold it down with the frontline terror
    Raising the ground up
    Gutter style forever
    Lace your boots
    Mask up and don't mess up
    We hold it down on the frontline
    The frontline

    [Verse 2: Ramson Badbonez]
    Check out my frontline terror
    Rendering error makers
    Under pressure blending babies
    In the shredder for my pleasure
    Make and brew the naked crew
    Who came into this danger room
    With barbarians, warmongers, wanderers and ancient spooks
    My coalition holds position
    Under war clouds
    You caught your little sister in the whore house
    With her drawers down
    Convince that ghastly hag to get her knickers off
    For half a gram of kali or smack, arms with tracks
    I'm carving shanks from lava lamps
    Heavy artillery blasting you imagery
    Pandemonium in the street
    And no police to walk the beat
    Fake fuckers catchin that map
    Cuddling face huggers
    Alien smugglers got map
    Crusader space chuggers
    Open up the stash and load that gat
    And let it vent
    Holy book fanatics won't back chat
    My seventh sense
    An old man with gifted ears
    And a twisted beard
    Who disappeared nine hundred years ago
    Speaking like sixty years
    In chronological or alphabetical order
    I grab the neck of your daughter
    And splash her head in the water
    Sawn off shotty full up with copper coins
    And hot lead
    Gate crashing your complex with 'nuff feds
    To drop dead
    My frontline terror
    Whatever the weather apply the pressure
    Blend your friends up in the shredder for my pleasure
    My frontline terror
    Whatever the weather apply the pressure
    Blend your friends up in the shredder for my pleasure

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Jam Baxter]
    Yeah
    Frontline territory
    Barrel full of big fish
    Splashed on the gravel with the rats and the syringes
    Mid-winter winds whistle rattlin' the bin lids
    Iron giants rise up to massacre the midgets
    The cackling of witches
    Drifts in the citadel
    More tell-a penny skets flipped in the wishing well
    Rusting
    Never dig 'em out, might catch something
    That drunken yatt'd every man up in the man a busting
    Man are trudging the streets looking mad spooky
    Lagged off the Drambuie mashed to a jam smoothie (mad boozy)
    Gash up on my lap tryna chat to me
    Stomach pain's feeling like a tramp stuck a shank through me
    Frontline pterodactyl
    Check the wingspan
    Check the stickman's blistering skin
    Hangman turned his brain to a black and blue jelly
    I, guess he chased one dragon too many right
    But the city never takes prisoners and never sleeps
    Even if the skies rain Valium instead of sleet
    Even as the heavens weep tears on decrepit streets
    Still stay grubby as the shoes on my sweating feet
    Creep, smashed glass underfoot
    Another night another shubs conking in another bush
    Wondrous times, age of calamity
    Frontline sailor on waves of depravity

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    Frontline Terror

    Fliptrix

    FRONTLINE TERROR LYRICS

    [Intro]
    When there is no more room in hell
    The dead will walk the Earth

    [Verse 1: Fliptrix]
    Body parts flying life's hard like cars dying
    Wanna say its gonna get better but I'm past lying
    So gotta make a widows star sign start crying
    Pain in the liquid form drippin' from my torn eyelid
    Situation volatile
    Operation trident
    All I hear is war talk, court orders more violence
    Far from a walk in the park its a minefield
    Pressures building up about to blow
    That's how my mind feels
    Never use my signature
    No ones got the right deals
    Clutching at my mic skills
    And running for the high hills
    Puffin' on a blunt is death
    Clucking for some nice thrills
    Losing my emotions that I thought I was designed to feel
    Knowing deep inside
    That its something only time will heal
    Like turning people into road kill behind the wheel
    Close your eyes see them still
    Still a still life still dead skulls fractured
    Road collapses
    Rotten corpse broken mattress
    Candle lit total sadness
    Falling backwards into holes of blackness
    So follow me let your soul get captured
    With no return 'cos your ghost holds the warranty burn
    Your body in a quarantine
    Search for your inner peace
    Abandon that grief stack cans like police
    The tactical man thinks deep on the Dillijence beat

    [Hook] x2
    We hold it down with the frontline terror
    Raising the ground up
    Gutter style forever
    Lace your boots
    Mask up and don't mess up
    We hold it down on the frontline
    The frontline

    [Verse 2: Ramson Badbonez]
    Check out my frontline terror
    Rendering error makers
    Under pressure blending babies
    In the shredder for my pleasure
    Make and brew the naked crew
    Who came into this danger room
    With barbarians, warmongers, wanderers and ancient spooks
    My coalition holds position
    Under war clouds
    You caught your little sister in the whore house
    With her drawers down
    Convince that ghastly hag to get her knickers off
    For half a gram of kali or smack, arms with tracks
    I'm carving shanks from lava lamps
    Heavy artillery blasting you imagery
    Pandemonium in the street
    And no police to walk the beat
    Fake fuckers catchin that map
    Cuddling face huggers
    Alien smugglers got map
    Crusader space chuggers
    Open up the stash and load that gat
    And let it vent
    Holy book fanatics won't back chat
    My seventh sense
    An old man with gifted ears
    And a twisted beard
    Who disappeared nine hundred years ago
    Speaking like sixty years
    In chronological or alphabetical order
    I grab the neck of your daughter
    And splash her head in the water
    Sawn off shotty full up with copper coins
    And hot lead
    Gate crashing your complex with 'nuff feds
    To drop dead
    My frontline terror
    Whatever the weather apply the pressure
    Blend your friends up in the shredder for my pleasure
    My frontline terror
    Whatever the weather apply the pressure
    Blend your friends up in the shredder for my pleasure

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Jam Baxter]
    Yeah
    Frontline territory
    Barrel full of big fish
    Splashed on the gravel with the rats and the syringes
    Mid-winter winds whistle rattlin' the bin lids
    Iron giants rise up to massacre the midgets
    The cackling of witches
    Drifts in the citadel
    More tell-a penny skets flipped in the wishing well
    Rusting
    Never dig 'em out, might catch something
    That drunken yatt'd every man up in the man a busting
    Man are trudging the streets looking mad spooky
    Lagged off the Drambuie mashed to a jam smoothie (mad boozy)
    Gash up on my lap tryna chat to me
    Stomach pain's feeling like a tramp stuck a shank through me
    Frontline pterodactyl
    Check the wingspan
    Check the stickman's blistering skin
    Hangman turned his brain to a black and blue jelly
    I, guess he chased one dragon too many right
    But the city never takes prisoners and never sleeps
    Even if the skies rain Valium instead of sleet
    Even as the heavens weep tears on decrepit streets
    Still stay grubby as the shoes on my sweating feet
    Creep, smashed glass underfoot
    Another night another shubs conking in another bush
    Wondrous times, age of calamity
    Frontline sailor on waves of depravity

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    “FRONTLINE TERROR” TRACK INFO

    Produced ByRunone & Dillijence

    Written ByJam Baxter, Ramson Badbonez & Fliptrix

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