Bomb The Ba** - Bug Powder Dust lyrics

[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 an*log 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 bu*t 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