Bomb The Bass Bug Powder Dust Lyrics

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
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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