Weapon of Choice - BVA, Dirty Dike, Kashmere

What’s your weapon of choice do you use to soothe your mental?

I choose weed cause it helps plus prevents too

The method you use to get wrecked and confused

I forget about the blues when I’m dipping in a sack of

What weapon of choice do you use to soothe your mental?

I choose weed cause it helps plus prevents too

The method you use to get wrecked and confused

I forget about the blues when I’m dipping in a sack of the

Green gold, poor-man's champagne

Tell that kid, I don’t want none of his shit if it’s damp again

The way it soothes the pain

It’s man- I can’t explain

The weather in life is shit but I don’t feel the rain

Cause I’m relaxin'

Sticky green packed in

The papers, the vapours?

Hits my lung and it’s reactin'- 'ahhhh'

Now I’m all high, me munchin' on Chinese

I’ll just lie on my back, bitch you can ride me

An aphrodisiac, makes me wanna feed the cat

'Where's Beaver at?'

He’s probably sleepin' with an empty sack

Plenty of raps cause I’m focused pumpin' tracks

Crumblin' buds that’s fat, exhale and speak the facts

That’s just how I was raised man, I’m a Glastonbury veteran

Never handing money 'till it’s past the inspection

Dodge the tick collection, an everyday investment

You can hear it my words, there’s a connection

It’s like a struggle with my mind inside a cider bubble

Psychedelic cypher, scuffle die beside a pile of rubble

Fuck a nipple man, I’m off to buy some wine to suckle

Lying on my back singing Busta Rhymes, mine’s a double

I’m buying fuck all!

Mission on a mine sweep

Fishy mister pisces

Living in the nineties

Alright Beevs

Let’s find a little nature spot

Cause you’ve been blazin' pot and I’ve been wasted off this crate of scotch

Playing dead?

Maybe not

Behaving like a crazy knob

Falling out my trousers everyday so raise the Bailey’s, wot!

That’s just the way that I was raised

And I’ll stay the same baby 'till I’m laying in my grave

This is swiggin';

fruit liquor, booze and anything resemblin'

Liquor few, live and prove everything I’m mentionin'

So give the glass back, I’ll smash it in your fucking mouth

Pull my trousers down and start shoutin' in your mother’s house

The liquid acid sent my brain into a twisted passage

I was flipping backwards, kissin' rabbits

Thinkin' this is average

Normally travellin' to oblivion

Javelin to the brain, babbling to a Simian

Enter the psychedelic kaleidoscope

It’s kinda dope

The liner notes said «recline and smoke»

The DMT, (DMT!)

To strike the mind like an EMP 'Bzzz!'

20 leagues beneath the sea on Kepler 22B

Nearing chrysanthemum

Tumbling down the multi-coloured maelstrom

Of the infinite, energy rays

Geometric life-forms, you know I fucked up

Nobody’s in but the light’s on

Communicating with God, he’s there, right in my face

My soul’s about to explode, they put me right in my place

Pure astonishment, acknowledgement of a novice accomplishment

Diving off the deep-end

Dying on the weekend