Give the drummer some

Give the drummer some Lyrics

(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
an*log 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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