Flavours Lyrics

Uh. Woke up with a fire burning

Desire, yearning

To rise to a place of higher learning

Apply the working, no question, I deserve it

My mind is certain

The moment I step from behind the curtain

So cold when I rep my entire purpose

Flow over ya head like a flying circus. Uh

Yo, I've never been lying

Never been mediocre with the rhymes

Never will see a moment when I'm sleeping on it

Cos I keep it potent with the lines, uh

Leave 'em over to the side

These bitches be creepin' on me on the sly

Still it's a need to know that I ain't keeling over

Man I'm feeling focused all the time, uh

In the music we trust, uh

Lit the fuse I buss (Bop bop bop)

Hits and views, I'm not fussed

Brudda whenever I hit the booth, I go nuts (Blaow)

Bring the food to my plate

I won't quite 'til I've ate, so give me my space

I'm fit to dive straight into the fight cage

And now I'm fixing my aim

Man I got flavours

What you know about flavours?

I can see straight to the top in the spot and it's looking real spacious

Like goodness gracious

These man, they ain't got no flavours

Claim that they dangerous, but they're all aimless

Me, I got patience, never complacent when I get

Up on the beat, I'm in my zone

Crowd up on their feet, I bring them home

Stay bussin' the heat without the chrome

Look out below, I'm bout to blow

Tekky with the rhyme and the riddim, uh

Pepperin' ya guy with a lyric, uh

They ain't stepping to the mic when I'm near it

Pull the record a second it's high time for the "irit irit"

Yeah

Come with a vicious flow

Try cat mine but I'm too different tho

I rate them man with a big fat 0

And now they wanna get cross like tic tac toe

I don't play games when I'm in that zone

It get's serious, better sit back bro

Just mad cos we ain't the same

Don't hate the player G, hate the game. Uh

Have you tried changing lanes?

No? I think it's time mate, ya lame

Truss. Maybe rhymes ain't ya game

On a real one, this is my space to claim

Pull it! Suttin' like a vinyl scratcher

Frikki frikki frikki uh, never tire of that shit

Get knocked down in life ya have to

But I just snap back like a chiropractor, uh

I'm set to prevail

I ain't on no mission to fail

Ya better feel these punchlines

Like you're reading these lyrics in brail, uh

They could never catch me out

Im the dogs bollocks, the cat's meow, as purr

I could spit just one verse

And leave a taste in the back of ya mouth (Ew)

Cos man I got flavours

What you know about flavours?

I can see straight to the top in the spot and it's looking real

Spacious

Like goodness gracious

These man, they ain't got no flavours

Claim that they dangerous, but they're all aimless

Me, I got patience, never complacent, yuh

Peter piper went and picked a pepper

When I get to writing, know the kid is clever

And I won't retire, do this shit forever

Yeah I spit the venom up in different letters

Bitch you never should've picked the pen up

On a different level to these a silly breddas

Gotta get this cheddar, watch me get this bread up

And I'll do this shit 'til I'm the sickest ever, uh

Carry on stirring flavours

Late night grind, I disturb the neighbours

Vibes I got 'em aligned with narcotics

Ya can't stop it now ya gotta curb the cravings

First verse gotta bring the nurse to save ya

Second is a killer with a hearse for later

Gotta write bars in my iPhone notes

Cah the pen too fire, it'll burn the paper, God damn

What you know about flavours?

I can see straight to the top in the spot and it's looking real spacious

Like Goodness gracious

These man, they ain't got no flavours

Claim that they dangerous, but they're all aimless

Me, I got patience, never complacent

Man I got flavours