Vitamins - Jack Jetson, BVA

Ahhh

Like a prawn in the booth

Jack Jetson, BVA

Hairy like a fucking grizzly

Shoo, Shoo

Yeah

I’m fucking with the scene with the aim to infect it

Smile when I wrecked it, take my soul and collect it

They call me beaver, but not the wet bit

Been training in diss and that’s how I get respected

Accepted the future so enter

This is the sick shit that came after the birth like placenta

Draw you a raw lyrical diagram, me and Jack don’t compete on the track unless

it’s to see who’s higher than the other

Burn herb but dodge baby mothers

And if I did yours you can call me a motherfucker

Coz, it’s clear to see that I’m carefree

That look in my eyes is the drugs, it takes more than that to scare me

Gotta hustle, then hustle, that’s cool

Just don’t touch smack or crack and you’re following the rules

Cause music will teach people better than the many schools

Pay attention, put you on suspension if you’re a tool

We’re raw and lack discipline

Spit vitamins for people that ain’t fitting in with other citizens

We’re bringing through something different

To ignore would be ignorant, we play our minds like an instrument

Raw and lack discipline

Spit vitamins for people that ain’t fitting in with other citizens

We’re bringing through something different

To ignore would be ignorant, we play our minds like an instrument

Plants and politics, dismantling banks and colleges

Bomb your business buildings, rags we blam the offices

Blag the officers, defy the laws of nature

So many thoughts inside my mind it’s like a torture chamber

Cause the hater to evaporate like water vapour

The artful dodge, I’d pick the pocket of a fortune saver

Another awful caper, another shiny shoe, designer suit, item lootin' guy can

sit inside the boot

Forbidden type of fruit feasting on divine flesh

My guess, there ain’t too many pieces of my mind left

I drive west, across the lanes of my intoxicated brain

Severed veins never mopping up the stains

Might’ve got a bit of change fam, but nothing’s gonna change

I’m off my rocker, I’m deranged

Locking coppers up in chains

Opposites are made, proper rearranged

Like abstract paintings, waiting, lost up in a maze