Breakin bells’

Breakin bells’ Lyrics

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[I think it¡Â¯s time to discuss your ¡Â­ ah ¡Â­
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¡Â¯m a wreckin¡Â¯ a crew
I¡Â¯m like Bill Lee whacking when he¡Â¯s in Tangiers
And now I¡Â¯m out on the sole surviving with my Beatnik peers
an*log reel and a little distortion
Smokin¡Â¯ on somethin¡Â¯ s¡Â¯you could say I¡Â¯m scorchin¡Â¯
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¡Â¯ for Kurtz
I got the mugwump jism up in every verse

(Refrain 2x)
Bug powder dust a mugwump jism
And the wild boys runnin¡Â¯ into some trippin¡Â¯
Led into control about the Big Brothah
Try like hard to not blow my cover

Who¡Â¯s that man in the windowpane
Got somethin¡Â¯ on his tongue and it¡Â¯s startin¡Â¯ to stain
Sho¡Â¯ nuff equip so wop n¡Â¯get dancester
Butt bond my ladder and you¡Â¯ll get beat down
Hash bond style so I¡Â¯m singin¡Â¯ day glow
Wakin¡Â¯ 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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