Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bug Powder Dust, artist - Bomb The Bass. Album song Clear, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Record label: Island, Universal Music Operations
Song language: English
Bug Powder Dust |
Yo, I always hit the tape with the rough road styles |
You heard the psychdelic and ya came from miles |
Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew |
So you could call me black and tan when I’m a wreckin’a crew |
I’m like Bill Lee writing when he’s in Tangiers |
And now I’m on a soul safari with my Beatnik peers |
Analogue reel and a little distortion |
Smokin’on somethin’s’you could say I’m scorchin' |
I never been the type to brag, but beware |
I’ll make a man burn his draft card like it was hair |
Send ya up the river like you lookin’for Kurtz |
I got the mugwump jism up in every verse |
Bug powder dust an’mugwump jism |
The wild boys runnin''round Interzone trippin' |
Letter to control about the Big Brother |
Try like hard to not blow my cover |
I always hit the apple when I’m going to shoot |
So you can call me William Tell or Agent Cooper to boot |
Mr. Mojo Risin’on the case again |
So tell your mother and your sister and your sister’s friends |
Like an exterminator running low on dust |
I’m bug powder itchin’and it can’t be trust |
Interzone trippin’and I’m off to Annexia |
I gotta get a typewriter that’s sexier |
My name is Justin and that’s all that’s it And I’ll be spittin’rhymes wicked like it ain’t for this shit |
Houses of the Holy like Jimmy Page |
But the song remains the same so I’m stuck in a rage |
Just like Jane when she’s going to Spain |
I think I’m going away tomorrow, just a fool in the rain |
Light up the candles and bless the room |
I’m paranoid, snow blind, just a black meat fool |
Bug powder dust an’mugwump jism |
The wild boys runnin''round Interzone trippin' |
Letter to control about the Big Brother |
Try like hard to not blow my cover |
Never been a fake and I’m never phony |
I got more flavour than the packet in macaroni |
Rock drippin’from my every vowel |
I’ve got the soul of the sixties like Ginsberg’s Howl |
Shootin’mad ball and I’m always jukin' |
Take you to the hole and I’m surely hoopin' |
Top of the pops like the Lulu’s show |
I’ll take a walk on Abbey Road with my shoes off, so I got a splinter though, damn, you know man it hurt |
I got a Vegemite sandwich from Men at Work |
I keep minds in line, but time sublimes, |
So when you search you find something like a gold mine |
A psychadelic meanderings in the poem |
I got a patter, patter any place that I roam |
Waiting for the sun on a Spanish caravan |
Solar eclipse and I’m feeling like starin’man |
Bug powder dust an’mugwump jism |
The wild boys runnin''round Interzone trippin' |
Letter to control about the Big Brother |
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 down |
Step up on my ladder and you’ll get beat down |
Hash bar style so I’m singin’day glow |
Wakin’up the dead like Serpent and the Rainbow |
Jeff Spicoli roll me another hay |
The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh with Dr. J Shockin’your ass like a faulty vibrator |
Hear me now, but you’ll probably get the vibe later |
Who knows where the wicked wind blows |
Que sera sera just leave it alone |
Great Space Coaster toast up the town |
Makin’midgets with my man Dr. Shrinker |
Pass the hookah, throw down the pillows |
Cloth on the ceiling, blow rings that billows |
Kick off the shoes and relax your feet |
Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat |
Bug powder dust an’mugwump jism |
The wild boys runnin''round Interzone trippin' |
Letter to control about the Big Brother |
Try like hard to not blow my cover |
Bug powder dust an’mugwump jism |
The wild boys runnin''round Interzone trippin' |
Letter to control about the Big Brother |
Try like hard to not blow my cover |