(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 

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