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letra de blue moon - jack jetson

[verse 1: jack jetson]

deformed frog sp-wn
three legs and one long horn
the wrong one born
’bout as normal as norman osborn
the bomb’s torn heavens in half, we sat on god’s lawn
and kicked back, munching on the blood splattered popcorn
my mind’s like the stars in the sky
on late nights i take flight like alien crafts in space heights
my brake lights, the ember of green that glows red
the lifecycle born alive to grow dead
my whole head, infected with ghosts that won’t shed
my soul fled, left me a note he wrote in lead
i’m in over my head like scuba diving snorkelers
turning ninja turtles into mutant giant tortoises
i wage war on dictionaries and thesauruses
’cause life got me reaching for the trees like brontosauruses
i’m on the rawest tip: keep your ill-gotten gains
you’ll never be is ill as johnny strange

[hook: jack jetson]

i walk across the face of the moon
with no space suit, blaze a zoot and take in the view
f-ck oxygen, my grade will do, inhaling the fumes
i look around as i appreciate the taste of the blues

i walk across the face of the moon
with no space suit, blaze a zoot and take in the view
you’re spitting wack shit, but f-ck a couple haters
i’ll slew the whole atlas with intergalactic alien crews

[verse 2: jack jetson]

ayo, i animate grammar
take pictures
print acetate
with cans to spray canvas in the portrait of the shadow scape
tarot play the hand of fate
dip in the pallet paint
hanging from the gallows waiting for my neck to snap and break
flight of the navigator
fight like a gladiator
words in my mind like designs on a pad of paper
write like an animator
in the land of danger
f-ck a knife you could lose your life to the hand of nature
multi coloured canvas painter
couldn’t crack the code
i mastered flows and i don’t want the secrets of my craft exposed
war in the battle zones
i walk through the catacombs
slashing throats with an icepick like sharon stone
-ss-ssin mode, my mental homes the pleasure zone
living in the terror dome, my prophecy was set in stone
hip-hop running through my veins like its methadone
doctor strange listen to my brain through the stethoscope

[hook]

- jack jetson

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