Check it, yo, I always hit the tape with the rough styles You heard the psychedelic and ya came miles Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness So you call me black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew
I'm Bill Lee writing when he's in Tangier's And now I'm on a soul with my Beatnik peers reel and a little distortion Smokin' on somethin's you could say I'm (Smokin' on suckers?)
I never been the type to but beware I'll make a man burn his draft like it was Hair Send ya up the river 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 William Tell or Agent Cooper to Mr. Mojo on the case again So tell your and your sister and your sister's friends
Like an exterminator low on dust I'm bug itchin' and it can't be trussed Inter trippin' and I'm off to Annexia I gotta get a typewriter sexier (Tight of dyslexia?)
My name is and that's all that's it And I'll be spittin' rhymes wicked like it ain't for shit Houses of the like Jimmy Page But the song remains the same so I'm stuck in a
Just Jane when she's going to Spain I think I'm going away tomorrow, just a in the rain Light up the candles and the room I'm paranoid, snow blind, just a meat fool
Bug powder dust an' jism And the boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to about the Big Brother (Led into control, learning to control, to control) Try like hard to not blow my
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin' Inter zone trippin' to control about the Big Brother (Led into control, learning to control, to control) Try like hard to not my cover
Never been a fake and I'm never I got more flavor than the packet in Rock drippin' my every vowel I've got the soul of the like Ginsberg's Howl
Shootin' mad ball and I'm jukin' Take you to the and I'm surely hoopin' Top of the like the Lulu's show I'll a walk on Abbey Road with my shoes unsold (Shoes off, so, of soul?)
I got a splinter though, damn, you man it hurt I got a Vegemite from Men at Work I keep in line, but time sublimes, So you search you find something like a gold mine
A psychedelic meanderings in the I got a patter, patter that I roam for the sun on a Spanish caravan Solar eclipse and I'm feeling like man
Bug powder an' mugwump jism And the wild runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to about the Big Brother (Led into control, learning to control, to control) Try like to not blow my cover
Bug powder dust an' jism And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone Letter to control about the Big (Led into control, to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not my cover
Who's that man in the Got somethin' on his and it's startin' to stain Sho' nuff so wop an' get down Step up on my ladder and you'll get beat
Hash bar style so I'm singin' day up the dead like Serpent and the Rainbow Jeff Spicoli roll me hay The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh Dr. J
your ass like a faulty vibrator Hear me now, but you'll get the vibe later Who knows where the wind blows Que sera just leave it alone Great Space Coaster up the town [unverified]
Makin' with my man Dr. Shrinker Pass the hookah, throw the pillows Cloth on the ceiling, blow that billow Kick off the shoes and relax your Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin' 'round zone trippin' Letter to about the Big Brother (Led into control, to control, Lenin to control) Try like to not blow my cover
Bug powder an' mugwump jism And the wild boys 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to control the Big Brother (Led into control, to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not my cover