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Bug Powder Dust (feat. Justin Warfield) [K&D Session] [Mixed]

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Bug Powder Dust (Kruder & Dorfmeister Session)

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Escucha The K&D Sessions (DJ Mix) de Kruder & Dorfmeister

ALBUMThe K&D Sessions (DJ Mix)Kruder & Dorfmeister

Escucha Roni Size Essentials en colaboración con Kruder & Dorfmeister

PLAYLISTRoni Size EssentialsApple Music Dance

Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN

Bomb the Bass

Künstler:in

Kruder & Dorfmeister

Kruder & Dorfmeister

Remix-Techniker:in

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

Justin Warfield

Justin Warfield

Komponist:in

Tim Simenon

Komponist:in

PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK

Tim Simenon

Produzent:in

Richard Dorfmeister

Richard Dorfmeister

Produzent:in

Peter Kruder

Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]

Check it, yo

I always hit the tape with the rough, rough styles

You heard the psychedelic and you came from miles

Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew

So you could call me black and tan when I'm a wrecking a crew

I'm like Bill Lee writing when he's in Tangiers

I'm out on a soul safari with my Beatnik peers

Analog reel and a little distortion

Smoking on suckers, you could say I'm scorching

I never been the type to brag, but beware

I'll make a man burn his draft card like it was hair

Send you up the river like you looking for Kurtz

I got the mugwump jism up in every verse

[Verse 2]

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 Rising 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 itching and it can't be trussed

Interzone trippin' and I'm off to Annexia

I gotta get a typewriter that's sexier

My name is Justin, that's all, that's it

And I'll be spitting rhymes wicked like it ain't no 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 and snow blind, just a black meat fool

[Verse 3]

Bug powder dust and mugwump jism

The wild boys running 'round Interzone tripping

Letter to control about the Big Brother

Trying like Hart to not blow my cover

Bug powder dust and mugwump jism

The wild boys running 'round Interzone tripping

Letter to control about the Big Brother

Trying like Hart to not blow my cover

[Verse 4]

(Letter to control about the Big Brother)

[Verse 5]

Never been a fake, and I'm never phony

I got more flavor than the packet in macaroni

Rock dripping from my every vowel

I've got the soul of the '60s like Ginsberg's Howl

Shooting mad ball, and I'm always juking

Take you to the hole, and I'm surely hooping

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 psychedelic meanderings in the poem

I got a pad and pen any place that I roam

Waiting for the sun on a Spanish caravan

Solar eclipse, and I'm feeling like staring, man

[Verse 6]

Bug powder dust and mugwump jism

The wild boys running 'round Interzone tripping

Letter to control about the Big Brother

Trying like Hart to not blow my cover

Bug powder dust and mugwump jism

The wild boys running 'round Interzone tripping

Letter to control about the Big Brother

Trying like Hart to not blow my cover

[Verse 7]

Who's that man in the windowpane?

Got something on his tongue and it's starting to stain

Sure enough equipped so I can get down

Step up on my ladder and you'll get beat down

Hash bar style so I'm seeing Day-Glo

Waking up the dead with Serpent and the Rainbow

Jeff Spicoli, roll me another hay

The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh with Dr. J

Shocking 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, I'll just leave it alone

Great Space Coaster, toast of the town, tinker

Making midgets with my man Dr. Shrinker

Pass the hookah, throw down the pillows

Cloth on the ceiling, blow rings that billows

Kick off your shoes and relax your feet

Now roll up your sleeve for this lyrical treat

[Verse 8]

Bug powder dust and mugwump jism

The wild boys running 'round Interzone tripping

Letter to control about the Big Brother

Trying like Hart to not blow my cover

Bug powder dust and mugwump jism

The wild boys running 'round Interzone tripping

Letter to control about the Big Brother

Trying like Hart to not blow my cover

Written by: Justin Warfield, Tim Simenon

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