Текст песни Bomb The Bass - Bug Powder Dust
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Yo, I always hit the tape with the rough road stylesYou heard the psychdelic and ya came from milesKeep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brewSo you could call me black and tan when I`m a wreckin` a crewI`m like Bill Lee writing when he`s in TangiersAnd now I`m on a soul safari with my Beatnik peersAnalogue reel and a little distortionSmokin` on somethin` s`you could say I`m scorchin` I never been the type to brag, but bewareI`ll make a man burn his draft card like it was hairSend ya up the river like you lookin` for KurtzI got the mugwump jism up in every verseBug powder dust an` mugwump jismThe wild boys runnin` `round Interzone trippin`Letter to control about the Big Brother Try like hard to not blow my cover I always hit the apple when I`m going to shootSo you can call me William Tell or Agent Cooper to bootMr. Mojo Risin` on the case againSo tell your mother and your sister and your sister`s friendsLike an exterminator running low on dustI`m bug powder itchin` and it can`t be trustInterzone trippin` and I`m off to AnnexiaI gotta get a typewriter that`s sexier My name is Justin and that`s all that`s itAnd I`ll be spittin` rhymes wicked like it ain`t for this shitHouses of the Holy like Jimmy PageBut the song remains the same so I`m stuck in a rageJust like Jane when she`s going to SpainI think I`m going away tomorrow, just a fool in the rainLight up the candles and bless the roomI`m paranoid, snow blind, just a black meat fool Bug powder dust an` mugwump jismThe wild boys runnin` `round Interzone trippin`Letter to control about the Big Brother Try like hard to not blow my cover Never been a fake and I`m never phonyI got more flavour than the packet in macaroniRock drippin` from my every vowelI`ve got the soul of the sixties like Ginsberg`s HowlShootin` mad ball and I`m always jukin`Take you to the hole and I`m surely hoopin`Top of the pops like the Lulu`s showI`ll take a walk on Abbey Road with my shoes off, soI got a splinter though, damn, you know man it hurtI got a Vegemite sandwich from Men at WorkI keep minds in line, but time sublimes,So when you search you find something like a gold mineA psychadelic meanderings in the poemI got a patter, patter any place that I roamWaiting for the sun on a Spanish caravanSolar eclipse and I`m feeling like starin` man Bug powder dust an` mugwump jismThe wild boys runnin` `round Interzone trippin`Letter to control about the Big Brother Try like hard to not blow my coverWho`s that man in the windowpaneGot somethin` on his tongue and it`s startin` to stainSho` nuff equip so wop n`get downStep up on my ladder and you`ll get beat downHash bar style so I`m singin` day glowWakin` up the dead like Serpent and the RainbowJeff Spicoli roll me another hayThe Fish that Saved Pittsburgh with Dr. JShockin` your ass like a faulty vibratorHear me now, but you`ll probably get the vibe laterWho knows where the wicked wind blowsQue sera sera just leave it aloneGreat Space Coaster toast up the town Makin` midgets with my man Dr. ShrinkerPass the hookah, throw down the pillowsCloth on the ceiling, blow rings that billowsKick off the shoes and relax your feetNow roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat Bug powder dust an` mugwump jismThe wild boys runnin` `round Interzone trippin`Letter to control about the Big Brother Try like hard to not blow my coverBug powder dust an` mugwump jismThe wild boys runnin` `round Interzone trippin`Letter to control about the Big Brother Try like hard to not blow my cover[I think it`s time for you boys to share my last taste of the true black meat; the flesh of the giant, aquatic, Brazilian centipede.]