8 Balls

[Verse 1: Jack Jetson]

Yo, my mind shines like diamonds in the ground
Third eyes looking down like giants in the clouds
Move, camouflage like a sniper in the crowd
An uninvited guest like a spider in your house
As tiny as a mouse, nanotechnology
The brain tree of knowledge, grown hydroponically
The never ending odyssey, infinite omnibus
Pages of my life look like pictures in comic books
Dead minds flee to death behind red eyes
Tense ties coming to an end beneath lead skies
Hell bent, head fried, let the scent of flesh rise
Packs of force fed flies, circling the shelter where the rest hide
Apocalyptic acid tab trippin', stay hidden like monsters in the cabbage patch
Habitat, cross pollenated like apple jacks
Spark a bag of grass

[Hook: Jack Jetson]

I blaze 8 balls and squall visions that escape laws
With great force, breaking through the cage doors
We make our own reality, you can create yours
And climb the ladder from the snapping of the snakes jaws
Blaze 8 balls and squall visions that escape laws
With great force, breaking through the cage doors
We make our own reality, you can create yours
And climb the ladder from the snapping of the snakes jaws

[Verse 2: Jack Jetson]

Yo, yo
Smoking a strange shade of pale green
Now my face leaning out a space, 'Without a Trace' scene
Play scenes like the late James Dean
Laser beam, daydream
Corrosive like creatine face cream
On the same screen I'm the sabertooth mic slayer
Kryptonite hype layer, piffing on a lightsaber
Lifetime waster like I'm froze cryogenically
Expand my mind and let it roam psychedelically
Cloned biochemistry, master of mind control
Mutated spider scroll, hatching inside my soul
Watch the world go 'splat' when the tyres roll
The last inhabitants of this lifeless hole
Like mines of coal, trapped in a filthy pit
But Jack's on a pilgrimage, from the ill village
Dank on the desk looking nasty like spilled spinach
Might of fell from the sky, but I still bill it

[Hook]