[Hook Jack Jetson] You aint on that raw shit like Jetson Pure spliff, kicking down the doors of perception Keep it moving in a forwards direction Super human with a formless complexion A tourist caught in the smallest dimension The purest, running from a forced intervention Inventor, think up unthought of inventions Disguises hiding unlawful intentions [Verse 1 Jack Jetson] Yo, yo, yo, yo I roll with a fine knit fibre tip Rhyme hieroglyphs, write lines in a Mayan script Hydro hybrid, science kit type of shit Light ital spliffs in a microchip pirate ship Spiraless, sugar rush, diabetic dialect Dropping bombs from a psychedelic fighter jet Acid trip, alphabetic stanza, acrobatic flip Automatic stick shift, dip in a rapid whip Ganja lit, see me through the aromatic mist But Im just under the surface like Annunaki myths Twist straight cannabis no baccy spliff Flipping packages, stacking chips on some Maccies tip Blowing indica, Im flowing cinema scenes The show exhibiter, please theres no perimeter No particular flow, no dough, no signature High, but I be keeping on the low like I was littler Visitor, dash a Q of piff in the rizzla Straight sinister, hold up the place like J Dillinger While the sheep stay similar like caged prisoners I blaze pictures, blow regurgitated images Limitless, silky texture, pungent flavour Wrap the bud in paper Turning skunk to vapour Come to slay you like an undercover dungeon raider The weed I heat it till it steaming like my drunken neighbour [Hook] [Verse 2 Jack Jetson] Yo, yo With closed eyes, expose my mind to another plain Fuck the fame, I roll the dice and I run the game Bright lights above the bubble berry double strain Honey glazed cooking in the oven on a sunny day Let my brain run away, stanzas after stanzas Biro pen, paintbrush, my A4 pad the canvas Tried to keep it conscious, I dont have the answers Organic, hydroponic plant enhancers Leaves blowing in the wind like some ballet dancers Fuck the faggot rappers claiming they some aggy gangsters Meditating with the vegetation chanting mantras I wake and bake, Im chasing Jaegar with some cans of Fantas Doing yoga, blowing sweet aroma And drinking free Coronas, living life on peoples sofas My whole circles full of sleepy stoners Just representing for the creepy loners [Hook]
jetson, stanza, spliff, yo, blowing