Check it, yo, I always hit the with the rough road styles You heard the psychedelic and ya came miles Keep my rhymes thick like a brew So you could 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 safari my Beatnik peers Analog reel and a distortion Smokin' on you could say I'm scorchin' (Smokin' on suckers?)
I never been the type to but beware make a man burn his draft card 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 going to So you can call me William Tell or Agent to boot Mr. Mojo Risin' on the case So tell your mother and your sister and sister's friends
Like an running low on dust I'm bug powder 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 Justin and all that's it And I'll be spittin' rhymes wicked like it ain't for shit Houses of the Holy like Page But the song remains the same so I'm in a rage
Just like Jane she's going to Spain I I'm going away tomorrow, just a fool in the rain Light up the candles and bless the I'm paranoid, snow blind, just a meat fool
Bug powder an' mugwump jism And the boys 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
Bug powder dust an' mugwump 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
Never been a fake and I'm never I got more flavor the packet in macaroni drippin' from my every vowel I've got the soul of the sixties like Ginsberg's
Shootin' mad and I'm always jukin' you to the hole 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 minds in line, but sublimes, So when you search you find something like a mine
A psychedelic in the poem I got a patter, anyplace that I roam Waiting for the sun on a caravan Solar and I'm feeling like starin' man
Bug powder dust an' jism And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter trippin' Letter to control the Big Brother (Led into control, learning to control, to control) Try like hard to not 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 on his tongue and it's startin' to stain nuff equip so wop an' get down Step up on my and you'll get beat down
bar style so I'm singin' day glow Wakin' up the dead like and the Rainbow Jeff Spicoli roll me hay The Fish that Pittsburgh with Dr. J
Shockin' your ass a faulty vibrator me now, but you'll probably get the vibe later Who where the wicked wind blows Que sera sera just leave it Great Space Coaster toast up the [unverified]
midgets with my man Dr. Shrinker Pass the hookah, throw the pillows Cloth on the ceiling, blow rings that Kick off the and relax your feet Now roll up your for this lyrical treat
Bug powder an' mugwump jism And the boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to control about the Big (Led into control, to control, Lenin to control) Try like to not blow my cover
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter trippin' Letter to control about the Big (Led control, learning to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not my cover