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 could call me 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 with my Beatnik reel and a little distortion Smokin' on you could say I'm scorchin' (Smokin' on suckers?)
I been the type to brag but beware I'll make a man burn his draft card it was Hair Send ya up the river like you lookin' for I got the mugwump 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. Mojo Risin' on the again So tell mother and your sister and your sister's friends
an exterminator running low on dust I'm bug powder itchin' and it be trussed Inter trippin' and I'm off to Annexia I gotta get a typewriter sexier (Tight of dyslexia?)
My is Justin and that's all that's it And I'll be spittin' rhymes wicked like it ain't for shit Houses of the Holy like Jimmy But the remains the same so I'm stuck in a rage
Just like Jane when 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 dust an' mugwump jism And the wild runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to control the Big Brother (Led into control, to control, Lenin to control) Try hard to not blow my cover
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 hard to not blow my
Never been a fake and I'm phony I got more flavor than the in macaroni drippin' from my every vowel I've got the soul of the sixties like Ginsberg's
mad ball and I'm always jukin' Take you to the hole and I'm hoopin' Top of the pops the Lulu's show I'll take a walk on Road with my shoes unsold (Shoes off, so, of soul?)
I got a splinter though, damn, you know man it I got a Vegemite sandwich Men at Work I keep minds in line, but sublimes, So when you you find something like a gold mine
A psychedelic meanderings in the I got a patter, anyplace that I roam Waiting for the sun on a Spanish Solar and I'm feeling like starin' man
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild runnin' '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
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone Letter to about the Big Brother (Led into control, to control, Lenin to control) Try like to not blow my cover
Who's that man in the Got somethin' on his and it's startin' to stain 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 Wakin' up the like Serpent and the Rainbow Jeff Spicoli roll me hay The that Saved Pittsburgh with Dr. J
your ass like a faulty vibrator Hear me now, but you'll get the vibe later Who where the wicked wind blows Que sera just leave it alone Great Space Coaster toast up the town
midgets with my man Dr. Shrinker Pass the hookah, down the pillows Cloth on the ceiling, blow rings that Kick off the and relax your feet Now roll up sleeves for this lyrical treat
Bug powder dust an' jism And the wild runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to about the Big Brother (Led into control, to control, Lenin to control) Try hard to not blow my cover
Bug powder dust an' jism And the wild boys runnin' Inter zone trippin' Letter to control the Big Brother (Led control, learning to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not blow my