Bug Powder Dust

Bug Powder Dust (section 2 at 0:00) [i think it¡¯s time to discuss your ¡­ ah ¡­ philosophy of drug use as it relates to artistic endeavor] Check it, yo! i always hit the tape with a rough road style you heard the psychdelic and ya came from miles keep my rhymes thick like a danish brew so you could call me black and tan when i¡¯m a wreckin¡¯ a crew i¡¯m like bill lee whacking when he¡¯s in tangiers and now i¡¯m out on the sole surviving with my beatnik peers analog reel and a little distortion smokin¡¯ on somethin¡¯ s¡¯you could say i¡¯m scorchin¡¯ i never been the type to rap up a well make a man burn his draft card like it was hell send ya up the river like you lookin¡¯ for kurtz i got the mugwump jism up in every verse (refrain 2x) bug powder dust a mugwump jism and the wild boys runnin¡¯ into some trippin¡¯ led into control about the big brothah try like hard to not blow my cover Who¡¯s that man in the windowpane got somethin¡¯ on his tongue and it¡¯s startin¡¯ to stain sho¡¯ nuff equip so wop n¡¯get dancester butt bond my ladder and you¡¯ll get beat down hash bond style so i¡¯m singin¡¯ day glow wakin¡¯ up the dead like serpent and the rainbow Kick off the shoes and relax your feet now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat (...)