BVA - Vitamins lyrics

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BVA - Vitamins lyrics

[Intro: Jack Jetson] Ahhh Like a prawn in the booth Jack Jetson, BVA Hairy like a f**ing grizzly Shoo, Shoo Yeah [Verse 1: BVA] I'm f**ing with the scene with the aim to infect it Small and erected, 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 sh** that came after the birth like placenta Draw you a raw lyrical diagram, me and Jack don't compete on the track and the [?] is higher than the other Burn, hurt, but dodge baby mothers And if I did yours you can call me a motherf**er Coz, it's clear to see that I'm carefree That look in my guise is the d**, 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 [Hook: Jack Jetson & BVA] We're roaring like 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 Roaring like 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 [Verse 2: Jack Jetson] 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 art for 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 Drive west, across the lanes of my intoxicated brain Severed veins never mopping up the stains Might've got a bit of change, 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 [Hook]

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