Reflections - Fliptrix, The Four Owls

Yo, chilling in the foreign corner, tryna find a quarter

Thoughts ripple like reflections in the water

Representative of the poor, but fuck law and order

The mind taught ya, in time we’ll try and force ya

Tempt a slug from a Porsche into a Corsa

And I ain’t even called her, like a broke car they tryna stall ya

If they fool ya, I ain’t here to school ya

Just listen, no fees or admission

No tricks, no magician

On a mission with a bitch that looks like an Egyptian

Spit non-fiction, sellouts;

we ain’t mixing

With our calibre, from the sword of excalibur

Break your sound’s limit like pushing the speed-barrier

I have to laugh at ya, you’re scared of the past, not the few crumbs from the

hourglass for the final dash

Me?

I’m tryna get your granddad’s vinyl stash

The work-rate'll show you who’s the king when time has passed

A bag of regrets, a baggy of achievements

I’ll take a pinch of each and wile the fuck out for an evening

I’m just tryna add the seasoning, salt on well

Push it for a reason, cause we just believed in this way of speaking

Could’a been a dick or been ya hero

It’s just a gamble;

Casino without Robert De Niro

Then people started placing bets on my gang of weirdos

And looking back they’ll say we ran this

Keep it deep from where the beard grows

Many influences: people, substance abuses

Some good, some fucking useless

Keep it on the straight and zooted

Shit was sometimes stupid, heads or tails sonic’s booted out the door

We called for heads and put it all on music

Never know the heart-breaker 'til you’ve been a partaker

Play the game called path-shaper, more points, put your heart face-up

And looking back, I’m just the keenest guy that’s slack

That’s putting glasto on the map if you like hip-hop in your raps

I believed in my dreams, and I always had a plan

Got regrets, tryna rearrange them like an anagram

Bullet-proof love to all the fam that’s always had my back

Now my kids are partly a reflection of the man I am

They got their own path and don’t need to follow mine

Anything they need though?

I’ve always got the time

Life is how you spend time, and how you feed your mind

Life is who you inspire, then what you leave behind

On reflection, it’s easier to see the light

Than when you’re in the moment, and you can’t read the signs

You need the time, to heal your mind

Redesign past thoughts, see what you feel inside

The freedom of youth, the wisdom of age

I spent about half my life putting things on the page

Sitting, analysing, plus maybe fantasising, drifting, and I’m feeling like my

hand is guided

Memories are so spectacular

Reflecting on the past, yet we can’t bring it back for ya

Fashion might’ve changed but the music stays classic

No synths, no lasers, no auto-tune, just straight bangers

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks

We get the green, pick out the leafs, flip the skin and roll it backwards

(Jeheezey)

Take a breath like an asthmatic, then pop the flames off

Like we’re volcanic

Never getting no reaction like a broke magnet

Cat’s go crazy when we rap, like we’re holding catnip

Back in the day, I go to Brixton jam, get in the club

With a fake ID, hit the open-mic and fucking smash it

Now I’m touring round the world, marking off the atlas

Soon to take this shit galactic

Receiving what I wish, the future stays attractive

Walking down the train-tracks at night, with a box of matches

You might not like to do that, frankly man, I find it magic

Got caught vandalising trains, I couldn’t stop the habit

Court-cases, youth-offender work, it was so tragic

But it led to writing raps it was my rite of passage

Channel energies in new ways, survive the madness

Staying true to my roots, never in the system

Not a victim, never listened

Did my own thing, I’m ecstatic

This my job, my life yeah

I’m forever rapping

That’s the actions if you really wanna make it platinum

Dedication to the core’s one love and real passion

Times past, and turn into history

What comes next, still remains a mystery

I look to the past, then onto the future

Reflecting on my memories, the heavy I salute ya

Times past, and turn into history

What comes next, still remains a mystery

I look to the past, then onto the future

Reflecting on my memories, the heavy I salute ya