Jack Jetson – Strange Ways Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- Yo, The herbalist, excursionist
- Verbalist, wordsmith working with a curse and gift
- The person with a nervous twitch
- Gotta burn the spliff to nurse the itch
- And burn the bridge, down the potion
- Swimming around the ocean, now it's frozen
- Spent about a 1000 chosen hours soakin
- Now I'm smoking on the potent shit
- Strange things happening, like ghosts up in ya home
- Spitting flows that hit your dome
- Till it blows like an exploded whip
- Better get to know the clik, R.L.D
- I set fire to psychiatrists, they can't help me
- Yo I go where the wind blows, mostly through windows
- Left open, broke in and stole your Nintendo
- Man I'm toking on endo, always smoking the best dro
- I get cro, shop lifting in your local Tesco
- Pesto green color looking weed in a glass bowl
- Black mold, underneath the grass in a vast hole
- You stack doe, jack gon' be eager to rob ya
- Fuck a thief n a mobster, I'm a beast and a monster
- The phantom behind the scenes of the opera
- Chop you into pieces and in the seas where I'll drop ya
- You can sleep with the lobster
- I creep through the cracks like beetles and rats
- Get your people attacked, Sequels are whack
- So I never strike twice, put you in a box like special fried rice
Hook x2
- Johnny Strange, put my life down on the page
- Same way, put my rhymes down on the stage
- Strange Ways, on excersions for 8 days
- Jay Strange, straight burgling your mates brain
Verse 2
- Casting black magic tricks, mashed on mad acid trips
- Apple pip, microdots, axeing into Hydro crops
- Cybershops, shottin rock, bottom top doggin
- The block bombing, crop robbing, hob goblins not stoppin
- What's poppin? Oh shit, I forgot my name
- Can't remember if it's Jack Jetson or Johnny Strange
- Dodgey lane resident, terrorist, I'll bomb a plane
- Johnny got away, now he's livin in a squat in Spain
- Just Jetson left, feds are headin west
- Slowly closing in on the suspects address
- The head nodding, hedge hoggin, debt dodging
- Xboxing, sket hoppin, crep robbin, death coffin, neck rockin
- Criminal, riding with no license or provisional
- Fuck your diamonds, keep my life style minimal
- Rhyme style lyrical, hi five the pinnacle
- One time, kick it for your minds eye, subliminal
Hook x3
- Johnny Strange, put my life down on the page
- Same way, put my rhymes down on the stage
- Strange Ways, on excursions for 8 days
- Jay Strange, straight burgling your mates brain