Lyrics Vitamins - Jack Jetson, BVA

Vitamins

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