Bug Powder Dust lyrics

Artist  : Bomb The Bass 
Song : Bug Powder Dust
 


[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
(...)