Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bug Powder Dust , by - Bomb The Bass. Song from the album Clear, in the genre Release date: 31.12.1994
Record label: Island, Universal Music Operations
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bug Powder Dust , by - Bomb The Bass. Song from the album Clear, in the genre 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 |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Black River ft. Mark Lanegan, Bomb The Bass | 2009 |
| Headlights | 2012 |
| Kling To The Wreckage ft. Justin Warfield | 2020 |
| Empire ft. Benjamin Zephaniah, Sinead O'Connor | 1997 |
| K Sera Sera | 2005 |
| Darkheart ft. Spikey T | 1994 |
| Settle Down ft. Justin Warfield | 2012 |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Bomb The Bass
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Justin Warfield