This Love Is Love - BVA

Kids could think I’m wack when they don’t know I don’t rehearse shit

Just feel the need to burst with, kill the first with

Raw lyrics, shit, it sounds better if it ain’t perfect

Give me a fat bag of weed and some beats

And you won’t see the BVA for weeks, capiche?

We feel the niche for that real music that actually speaks

Call it underground but it’s sprouting and growing leaves

I’m a fan from the start but don’t think that I’ll suck up

Egos are getting swollen, they’re bound to trip the fuck up

If they get too big for their boots they’re outta luck, bruv

All you have left is the yes men and groupie sluts

So I use the word love but I don’t mean it lightly

I love this more than any girl that had me cornered nicely

Find me talking to myself every day and nightly

Take this to the next level from a stoner’s pipe dream

We don’t need all the glamour and glitz

Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits

Or a bunch of kids standing 'round chatting some shit

'Cause that’s the M.U.S.

— ah, that was fucking sick

We don’t need all the glamour and glitz

Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits

Or a bunch of kids standing 'round chatting some shit

'Cause that’s the M.U.S.

— ah, that was fucking sick

I buy vinyl even though I ain’t a DJ

Original presses off of Amazon and e-bay

I sit there for weeks with the same tune on replay

Music speaks volumes and I hear what the beats say

Cause whether I’m raging or cold chilling, burning, sage in

My room, there’s a tune that’s perfect for the situation

Endless debating on who came with the best creation

But it’s irrelevant, I represent for one nation

(From the days of 36 I was loving this)

Fuck the hits, man, I want it straight from the rubbish tip

Beats dirty like a grubby bitch when you’re fucking it

Zone out to the track, forget about the other shit

Because I heard it as a kid but didn’t understand

Came to appreciate it fully as a younger man

Know where I stand, I’m feeling locked onto melodies

The energies befriending me, I’m rowdy but I’m sending peace

We don’t need all the glamour and glitz

Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits

Or a bunch of kids standing 'round chatting some shit

'Cause that’s the M.U.S.

— ah, that was fucking sick

We don’t need all the glamour and glitz

Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits

Or a bunch of kids standing 'round chatting some shit

'Cause that’s the M.U.S.

— ah, that was fucking sick