Check it, 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 Analog 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 And the wild boys runnin' 'round Interzone trippin' Learning to control about the Big Brother Try like hard to not blow my cover