Check it, yo, I always hit the tape with the road styles You heard the psychedelic and ya from miles Keep my rhymes like a Guinness brew So you call me black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew
I'm like Bill Lee writing when he's in And now I'm on a soul with my Beatnik peers Analog reel and a distortion on somethin's 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 like it was Hair Send ya up the river like you lookin' for I got the mugwump jism up in verse
I hit the apple when I'm going to shoot So you can call me William Tell or Agent to boot Mr. Mojo Risin' on the again So tell your and your sister and your sister's friends
Like an exterminator running low on I'm bug itchin' and it can't be trussed zone trippin' and I'm off to Annexia I get a typewriter that's sexier (Tight of dyslexia?)
My name is and that's all that's it And I'll be spittin' wicked like it ain't for this shit Houses of the Holy Jimmy Page But the song remains the same so I'm in a rage
Just like Jane when she's to Spain I think I'm going away tomorrow, just a in the rain up the candles and bless the room I'm paranoid, snow blind, just a meat fool
Bug powder dust an' mugwump And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone Letter to control about the Big (Led into control, learning to control, to control) Try like hard to not blow my
Bug powder an' mugwump jism And the wild boys 'round Inter zone trippin' Letter to control the Big Brother (Led into control, learning to control, to control) Try like hard to not my cover
been a fake and I'm never phony I got flavor than the packet in macaroni Rock from my every vowel I've got the of the sixties like Ginsberg's Howl
Shootin' mad and I'm always jukin' Take you to the hole and I'm hoopin' Top of the pops like the Lulu's I'll a walk on Abbey Road with my shoes unsold (Shoes off, so, of soul?)
I got a though, damn, you know man it hurt I got a sandwich from Men at Work I minds in line, but time sublimes, So when you search you find like a gold mine
A meanderings in the poem I got a patter, patter anyplace that I Waiting for the sun on a caravan Solar and I'm feeling like starin' man
Bug powder 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 hard to not my cover
Bug powder dust an' jism And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone to control about the Big Brother (Led control, learning to control, Lenin to control) Try like hard to not my cover
Who's man in the windowpane Got somethin' on his tongue and it's startin' to Sho' nuff equip so wop an' get Step up on my and you'll get beat down
Hash bar style so I'm day glow Wakin' up the dead like and the Rainbow Spicoli roll me another hay The Fish Saved Pittsburgh with Dr. J
Shockin' your ass like a faulty Hear me now, but probably get the vibe later Who knows where the wicked wind Que sera just leave it alone Great Space toast up the town [unverified]
Makin' with my man Dr. Shrinker Pass the hookah, down the pillows Cloth on the ceiling, blow that billow Kick off the shoes and your feet Now roll up your sleeves for lyrical treat
Bug powder dust an' mugwump And the wild runnin' '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
Bug dust an' mugwump jism And the wild boys runnin' Inter zone trippin' Letter to about the Big Brother (Led into control, learning to control, to control) Try like hard to not my cover