(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
(...)