Find the Catch - Fliptrix, Jam Baxter, Mr Concept

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…