Check it, yo, I always hit the with the rough road 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 Lee writing when he's in Tangier's And now I'm on a soul with my Beatnik peers Analog reel and a little Smokin' on somethin's you could say I'm (Smokin' on suckers?)
I never been the type to brag but I'll make a man burn his draft card like it was Send ya up the like you lookin' for Kurtz I got the jism up in every verse
I always hit the apple when I'm to shoot So you can call me Tell or Agent Cooper to boot Mr. Mojo on the case again So tell your mother and your sister and your friends
Like an exterminator 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 is Justin and that's all that's it And I'll be spittin' rhymes wicked it ain't for this shit Houses of the Holy like Page But the song remains the same so I'm stuck in a
Just like Jane when she's to Spain I I'm going away tomorrow, just a fool in the rain up the candles and bless the room I'm paranoid, snow blind, just a black fool
Bug powder an' mugwump 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 hard to not my cover
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin' 'round zone trippin' Letter to about the Big Brother (Led into control, learning to control, to control) Try like to not blow my cover
Never a fake and I'm never phony I got flavor than the packet in macaroni Rock drippin' from my every I've got the of the sixties like Ginsberg's Howl
Shootin' mad ball and I'm jukin' you to the hole and I'm surely hoopin' Top of the like the Lulu's show I'll take a walk on Road with my shoes unsold (Shoes off, so, of soul?)
I got a though, damn, you know man it hurt I got a Vegemite from Men at Work I keep minds in line, but sublimes, So when you search you find something a gold mine
A psychedelic meanderings in the I got a patter, anyplace that I roam Waiting for the sun on a Spanish eclipse and I'm feeling like starin' man
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin' 'round zone trippin' Letter to control the Big Brother (Led control, learning to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not my cover
Bug powder dust an' mugwump And the wild boys runnin' Inter zone trippin' to control about the Big Brother (Led control, learning to control, Lenin to control) Try hard to not blow my cover
Who's that man in the Got somethin' on his tongue and it's startin' to Sho' nuff equip so wop an' get Step up on my ladder and you'll get beat
Hash bar so I'm singin' day glow up the dead like Serpent and the Rainbow Jeff Spicoli me another hay The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh Dr. J
Shockin' your ass a faulty vibrator Hear me now, but probably get the vibe later Who knows where the wicked wind Que sera sera just leave it Great Space Coaster toast up the town
midgets with my man Dr. Shrinker Pass the hookah, down the pillows Cloth on the ceiling, rings that billow Kick off the shoes and relax feet Now roll up sleeves for this lyrical treat
Bug powder dust an' mugwump And the wild boys 'round Inter 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 zone trippin' Letter to about the Big Brother (Led into control, learning to control, to control) Try like hard to not blow my