Strange Ways

The herbalist excursionist
Verbalistic wordsmith, working with a cursing gift
The person with a nervous twitch
Gotta burn the spliff, to nurse the itch
And burn the bridge, down the potion
Swimming 'round the ocean, now it’s frozen
Spent a thousand chosen hours soaking now I’m smoking on the potent shit
Strange things happening like ghosts up in your home
Spitting flows that hit your dome until it blows like an exploded whip
Better get to know the clique — RLD
I set fire to psychiatrists that 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 crow, shoplifting in your local Tesco
Pesto green colour looking weed in a glass bowl
Black mould underneath the grass in a vast hole
You stack dough then Jack go' be eager to rob you
Fuck a thief and a mobster, I’m a beast and a monster
The phantom behind the scenes of the opera
Chop you into pieces and in the sea’s where I drop ya
You can sleep with the lobster, I creep through the cracks
Like beetles and rats, get your people’s attacked
Sequels are wack, so I never strike twice
Put you in a box like special fried rice
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
J Strange straight burgle in your mates brains
Casting black magic tricks
Mashed on mad acid trips
Apple pip microdots, attics into hydro crops
Cyber shop shotting, rock bottom, top doggin'
In the block bombing, crop robbing
Hob goblins not stopping, whats popping?
Oh shit, I forgot my name
Can’t remember if it’s Jack Jetson or Johnny Strange
Dodgy Lane resident: terrorist, I’ll bomb a plane
Johnny got away, now he’s living in a squat in Spain
Just Jetson left, feds are heading west
Slowly closing in on the suspect’s address
The head nodding, hedge hogging, debt dodging, Xboxing
Sket hopping, cret robbing, dead coffin, next rocking criminal
Riding with no licence or provisional
Fuck your diamonds, keep my life style minimal
Rhyme style lyrical, high five the pinnacle
One time kicking for your minds eye, subliminal