[Verse 1: Jack Jetson]
My lyrics are vivider than pictures in the cinema
I'm piffing on a cylinder stick, I mix indica
Sativa spliffs hit you with the heat then the reefer twist
Burn a two sheet, a journey further through the deep abyss
In the sea of mist, swimming in the smog
Vision spinning like a cog, keep wishing for your God
Fuck the mechanism system, got me living like a dog
On a mission out to rob and we just sitting in the fog
But fuck that!
I strike back with counter attacks
And drown an accountant in slacks in a mountain of tax
Fuck digging, Jack swimming in a fountain of wax
You can get an ounce of the jacks without bouncin' to gracks
Actual acrobat, factual rap attacker
Happy slap a rapper back to his natural habitat
Black magician, hit you with exact precision
My ammunition have you missin' from your last position
Like a mathematician weighing up the pros and cons
Smoke a load of bongs
Wrote some cold flows for songs
I ain't slipping up, but it's a slippy slope I'm on
On the assault course I've got to use the force, Obi-Wan
Toking on a potent long number and the potion strong
Fingers in my batch when I'mma catch 'em like a Pokemon
It's all gravy man I'm wavy like the ocean gong
Eyes red, set alight the head like an exploded bomb
[Samples]
Fuck around with Jack
You're a goner
I'm too, I'm too, I'm too... I'm too ill
Wordplay
Flow skills, still
Fuck around with Jack
Styles you wish you had
Guarantee raw
Linguistic lyricist
It's like that
[Verse 2: Jack Jetson]
Plastic explosives make you jump like gymnastic aerobics
Turn your face dumb like the powder you're bashing your coke with
Stacking the hovis, fuck lasting in showbiz
Raps is the dopest, drink 'till I'm catching cirrhosis
Fuck with me, you've got more chance of catching a blowfish
Leaf, just send me another batch of that dope ish
Strapped and I roast it
From the bee sting to the roach clip
No shit attaching Three Kings, like that Spike Jonze flick
I'm so sick, can't be cured by medicine
And I'll be severing the heads of several men like they're venison
Plants and politics, attracting opposites
Like banging hollow tips into man that stack a lot of chips
Proper sick, my whole fucking clique bombing strips
Common kids, mind out
Find out just what it is