Bug Powder Dust Lyrics - Singles - Bomb The Bass

Check it, yo, I always hit the tape with the rough road styles 

You heard the psychedelic and ya came from miles 

Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew 

So you could call me black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew 

I'm like Bill Lee writing when he's in Tangier's 

And now I'm on a soul safari with my Beatnik peers 

Analog reel and a little distortion 

Smokin' on somethin's you could say I'm scorchin' 

(Smokin' on suckers?) 

I never been the type to brag but beware 

I'll make a man burn his draft card like it was Hair 

Send ya up the river like you lookin' for Kurtz 

I got the mugwump jism up in every verse 

I always hit the apple when I'm going to shoot 

So you can call me William Tell or Agent Cooper to boot 

Mr. Mojo Risin' on the case again 

So tell your mother and your sister and your sister's friends 

Like an exterminator running low on dust 

I'm bug powder itchin' and it can't be trussed 

Inter zone trippin' and I'm off to Annexia 

I gotta get a typewriter that's sexier 

(Tight bite of dyslexia?) 

My name is Justin and that's all that's it 

And I'll be spittin' rhymes wicked like it ain't for this shit 

Houses of the Holy like Jimmy Page 

But the song remains the same so I'm stuck in a rage 

Just like Jane when she's going to Spain 

I think I'm going away tomorrow, just a fool in the rain 

Light up the candles and bless the room 

I'm paranoid, snow blind, just a black meat fool 

Bug powder dust an' mugwump jism 

And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' 

Letter to control about the Big Brother 

(Led into control, learning to control, Lenin to control) 

Try like hard to not blow my cover 

Bug powder dust an' mugwump jism 

And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' 

Letter to control about the Big Brother 

(Led into control, learning to control, Lenin to control) 

Try like hard to not blow my cover 

Never been a fake and I'm never phony 

I got more flavor than the packet in macaroni 

Rock drippin' from my every vowel 

I've got the soul of the sixties like Ginsberg's Howl 

Shootin' 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 show 

I'll take a walk on Abbey Road with my shoes unsold 

(Shoes off, so, shoes of soul?) 

I got a splinter though, damn, you know man it hurt 

I got a Vegemite sandwich from Men at Work 

I keep minds in line, but time sublimes, 

So when you search you find something like a gold mine 

A psychedelic meanderings in the poem 

I got a patter, patter anyplace that I roam 

Waiting for the sun on a Spanish caravan 

Solar eclipse and I'm feeling like starin' man 

Bug powder dust an' mugwump jism 

And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' 

Letter to control about the Big Brother 

(Led into control, learning to control, Lenin to control) 

Try like hard to not blow my cover 

Bug powder dust an' mugwump jism 

And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' 

Letter to control about the Big Brother 

(Led into control, learning to control, Lenin to control) 

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 an' get down 

Step up on my ladder and you'll get beat down 

Hash bar style so I'm singin' day glow 

Wakin' up the dead like Serpent and the Rainbow 

Jeff Spicoli roll me another hay 

The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh with Dr. J 

Shockin' your ass like a faulty vibrator 

Hear me now, but you'll probably get the vibe later 

Who knows where the wicked wind blows 

Que sera sera just leave it alone 

Great Space Coaster toast up the town [unverified] 

Makin' midgets with my man Dr. Shrinker 

Pass the hookah, throw down the pillows 

Cloth on the ceiling, blow rings that billow 

Kick off the shoes and relax your feet 

Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat 

Bug powder dust an' mugwump jism 

And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' 

Letter to control about the Big Brother 

(Led into control, learning to control, Lenin to control) 

Try like hard to not blow my cover 

Bug powder dust an' mugwump jism 

And the wild boys runnin' 'round Inter zone trippin' 

Letter to control about the Big Brother 

(Led into control, learning to control, Lenin to control) 

Try like hard to not blow my cover