Check it, yo, I always hit the tape with the rough styles You the psychedelic and ya came from miles Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness So you could me black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew
I'm like Lee writing when he's in Tangier's And now I'm on a soul safari with my Beatnik Analog reel and a little Smokin' on you could say I'm scorchin' (Smokin' on suckers?)
I never been the type to but beware I'll make a man burn his draft card 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 Agent Cooper to Mr. Risin' on the case again So tell mother and your sister and your sister's friends
Like an exterminator running low on I'm bug itchin' and it can't be trussed Inter trippin' and I'm off to Annexia I gotta get a typewriter that's (Tight of dyslexia?)
My is Justin and that's all that's it And I'll be spittin' wicked like it ain't for this shit Houses of the Holy Jimmy Page But the song the same so I'm stuck in a rage
Just like when she's going to Spain I think I'm going away tomorrow, a fool in the rain up the candles and bless the room I'm paranoid, blind, just a black meat fool
Bug powder dust an' jism And the boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to control the Big Brother (Led control, learning to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not my cover
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter trippin' to control about the Big Brother (Led into control, to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not blow my
been a fake and I'm never phony I got more flavor than the packet in Rock from my every vowel I've got the soul of the like Ginsberg's Howl
mad ball and I'm always jukin' Take you to the hole and I'm surely Top of the pops the Lulu's show I'll take a walk on Abbey Road with my unsold (Shoes off, so, of soul?)
I got a splinter though, damn, you man it hurt I got a sandwich from Men at Work I keep in line, but time sublimes, So when you search you find something a gold mine
A meanderings in the poem I got a patter, patter anyplace I roam Waiting for the sun on a caravan Solar eclipse and I'm like starin' man
Bug powder an' mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone Letter to about the Big Brother (Led control, learning to control, Lenin to control) Try hard to not blow my cover
Bug powder dust an' mugwump And the wild boys 'round Inter zone trippin' to control about the Big Brother (Led into control, to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not blow my
Who's that man in the Got somethin' on his tongue and it's startin' to Sho' equip so wop an' get down Step up on my ladder and you'll get beat
bar style so I'm singin' day glow Wakin' up the like Serpent and the Rainbow Jeff roll me another hay The that Saved Pittsburgh with Dr. J
Shockin' your ass like a vibrator me now, but you'll probably get the vibe later Who knows where the wicked wind Que sera just leave it alone Great Space Coaster toast up the town
Makin' with my man Dr. Shrinker Pass the hookah, down the pillows Cloth on the ceiling, blow rings billow off the shoes and relax your feet Now up your sleeves for this lyrical treat
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to control the Big Brother (Led control, learning to control, Lenin to control) Try hard to not blow my cover
Bug powder dust an' mugwump And the boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to about the Big Brother (Led control, learning to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not blow my