Lyrics Find the Catch - Fliptrix feat. 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 my 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 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 me, i been walking to

Man you can catch me on these lean nights shuttin' 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
I'm climbing these slimy vines for quires stamina
Mighty time traveller, catch me at the big bang
Balancing on Ying 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 im scatty of the score ting
Waitin' for my sanity to catch me as I′m fallin'
I′ll catch you in the morning, ill be ina 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 in ya hunt for bargains
Find me shouting like a muts mouth when he′s barking
Find me desecrating pages including Martians
Find my crew the darkest, shootin′ sittin' ducks and movin′ targets
Set you goal find me movin' past it, find me with a lucozade, zoot and boozy half wits
Find me asking who to blames when myselfs the answer, find me losing faith
Moving for the life that′s after...