Check it, yo, I always hit the tape with the road styles You the psychedelic and ya came from miles Keep my rhymes thick like a brew So you could call me black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a
I'm Bill Lee writing when he's in Tangier's And now I'm on a soul with my Beatnik peers Analog and a little distortion Smokin' on you could say I'm scorchin' (Smokin' on suckers?)
I never been the type to brag but I'll make a man his draft card like it was Hair Send ya up the like you lookin' for Kurtz I got the jism up in every verse
I hit the apple when I'm going to shoot So you can call me William Tell or Cooper to boot Mr. Risin' on the case again So tell your mother and your sister and your sister's
Like an exterminator low on dust I'm bug itchin' and it can't be trussed Inter zone and I'm off to Annexia I get a typewriter that's sexier (Tight of dyslexia?)
My name is Justin and that's all it And I'll be spittin' rhymes like it ain't for this shit of the Holy like Jimmy Page But the song remains the same so I'm in a rage
like Jane when she's going to Spain I think I'm going tomorrow, just a fool in the rain Light up the candles and the room I'm paranoid, snow blind, a black meat fool
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin' Inter zone trippin' Letter to control about the Big (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 control, learning to control, Lenin to control) Try hard to not blow my cover
Never been a fake and I'm never I got more flavor the packet in macaroni Rock drippin' my every vowel I've got the of the sixties like Ginsberg's Howl
mad ball and I'm always jukin' Take you to the and I'm surely hoopin' Top of the pops like the Lulu's I'll take a walk on Abbey Road my shoes unsold (Shoes off, so, of soul?)
I got a splinter though, damn, you know man it I got a Vegemite from Men at Work I keep in line, but time sublimes, So when you search you something like a gold mine
A meanderings in the poem I got a patter, patter anyplace that I for the sun on a Spanish caravan Solar eclipse and I'm like starin' man
Bug powder dust an' jism And the wild runnin' '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 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 like hard to not blow my
Who's that man in the Got somethin' on his and it's startin' to stain nuff equip so wop an' get down Step up on my ladder and get beat down
Hash bar so I'm singin' day glow up the dead like Serpent and the Rainbow Jeff roll me another hay The Fish that Saved with Dr. J
Shockin' your ass like a vibrator Hear me now, but probably get the vibe later Who where the wicked wind blows Que sera sera just leave it Great Coaster toast up the town [unverified]
Makin' midgets with my man Dr. the hookah, throw down the pillows Cloth on the ceiling, blow that billow Kick off the and relax your feet Now roll up your sleeves for lyrical treat
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' mugwump And the boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to control the Big Brother (Led into control, to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not blow my