Weapon of Choice

[Chorus: BVA] Yo 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 [Verse 1: BVA] 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' bud's 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 [Verse 2: Dirty Dike] 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 [Verse 3: Kashmere] 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 or Kepler 22B [?] 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, it's staring right in my face My soul's about to explode, to put me right in my place Pure astonishment, acknowledgement of a novice accomplishment Diving off the deep-end Dying on the weekend [Chorus]