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 Im a wreckin a crew
Im like Bill Lee writing when hes in Tangiers
And now Im on a soul safari with my Beatnik peers
Analog reel and a little distortion
Smokin on somethins you could say Im scorchin
Smokin on suckers?
I never been the type to brag but beware
Ill 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 Im 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 sisters friends
Like an exterminator running low on dust
Im bug powder itchin and it cant be trussed
Inter zone trippin and Im off to Annexia
I gotta get a typewriter thats sexier
Tight bite of dyslexia?
My name is Justin and thats all thats it
And Ill be spittin rhymes wicked like it aint for this shit
Houses of the Holy like Jimmy Page
But the song remains the same so Im stuck in a rage
Just like Jane when shes going to Spain
I think Im going away tomorrow, just a fool in the rain
Light up the candles and bless the room
Im 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 Im never phony
I got more flavor than the packet in macaroni
Rock drippin from my every vowel
Ive got the soul of the sixties like Ginsbergs Howl
Shootin mad ball and Im always jukin
Take you to the hole and Im surely hoopin
Top of the pops like the Lulus show
Ill 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 Im 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
Whos that man in the windowpane
Got somethin on his tongue and its startin to stain
Sho nuff equip so wop an get down
Step up on my ladder and youll get beat down
Hash bar style so Im 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 youll 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