Luyện nghe bài hát Bug Powder Dust

Check it, yo, I always hit the tape with the rough styles
You heard the and ya came from miles
Keep my rhymes thick a Guinness brew
So you call me black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew

I'm like Bill Lee writing when he's in
And now I'm on a soul safari with my peers
Analog reel and a distortion
on somethin's you could say I'm scorchin'
(Smokin' on suckers?)

I never been the to brag but beware
I'll make a man burn his draft like it was Hair
Send ya up the like you lookin' for Kurtz
I got the mugwump jism up in verse

I hit the apple when I'm going to shoot
So you can call me William Tell or Cooper to boot
Mr. Mojo Risin' on the again
So tell mother and your sister and your sister's friends

Like an running low on dust
I'm bug itchin' and it can't be trussed
zone trippin' and I'm off to Annexia
I gotta get a typewriter that's
(Tight of dyslexia?)

My name is and that's all that's it
And be spittin' rhymes wicked like it ain't for this shit
of the Holy like Jimmy Page
But the remains the same so I'm stuck in a rage

Just like Jane when she's going to
I think I'm going away tomorrow, just a in the rain
Light up the candles and bless the
I'm paranoid, snow blind, a black meat fool

Bug dust an' mugwump jism
And the wild boys runnin' 'round zone trippin'
Letter to control about the Big
(Led into control, to control, Lenin to control)
Try hard to not blow my cover

Bug dust an' mugwump jism
And the wild runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin'
Letter to control about the Big
(Led control, learning to control, Lenin to control)
Try like hard to not blow my

Never been a and I'm never phony
I got more than the packet in macaroni
drippin' from my every vowel
I've got the of the sixties like Ginsberg's Howl

Shootin' mad ball and I'm jukin'
Take you to the hole and I'm surely
Top of the pops the Lulu's show
I'll take a on Abbey Road with my shoes unsold
(Shoes off, so, of soul?)

I got a splinter though, damn, you know man it
I got a Vegemite sandwich from Men at
I keep minds in line, but sublimes,
So when you search you find something a gold mine

A meanderings in the poem
I got a patter, anyplace that I roam
Waiting for the sun on a caravan
Solar eclipse and I'm feeling like man

Bug powder dust an' jism
And the wild boys runnin' 'round zone trippin'
Letter to about the Big Brother
(Led into control, learning to control, to control)
Try hard to not blow my cover

Bug powder dust an' jism
And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone
Letter to control the Big Brother
(Led into control, to control, Lenin to control)
Try hard to not blow my cover

Who's that man in the
Got on his tongue and it's startin' to stain
Sho' nuff equip so wop an' get
Step up on my ladder and get beat down

Hash bar so I'm singin' day glow
Wakin' up the dead Serpent and the Rainbow
Jeff roll me another hay
The Fish that Saved with Dr. J

Shockin' your ass like a faulty
Hear me now, but you'll probably get the vibe
Who knows the wicked wind blows
Que sera sera leave it alone
Great Space Coaster up the town [unverified]

Makin' midgets my man Dr. Shrinker
Pass the hookah, throw down the
Cloth on the ceiling, blow that billow
off the shoes and relax your feet
Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical

Bug powder dust an' jism
And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone
Letter to control the Big Brother
(Led into control, to control, Lenin to control)
Try like to not blow my cover

Bug powder dust an' jism
And the wild boys runnin' Inter zone trippin'
to control about the Big Brother
(Led into control, to control, Lenin to control)
Try hard to not blow my cover