Monday to Sunday - Fliptrix, Dru Skills, Rebs

Run one

Representing for the UK

Yo I blaze like sun rays Monday to Sunday

The trigger-tongue lyricist, I do shows to fund raise

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 brains

I do this for myself, my fam, girl and my homebres

To bill a spliff sick kid, kipping after long days

Fuck work I shot grade and boxed 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

Representing for 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 testies 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

Run one

We raise the air waves

Representing for the UK