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| 2. |
| 6:45 | 
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[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 *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 *Repeat 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 (...) |
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| 3. |
| 6:04 |
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| 4. |
| 7:52 |
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| 5. |
| 4:58 |
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An imitation from New York
You’re made in Japan From cheese and chalk You’re hipy tarts hero ’Cos you put on bad show You put on bad show Oh don’t it show Still oh out on those pills Oh do you remember Think it’s well playing Max’s Kansas You’re looking bored And you’re acting flash With nothing in your gut You better keep yer mouth shut You better keep yer mouth shut In a rut Still oh out on those pills Do the sambo Four years on You still look the same I think about time You changed your brain You’re just a pile of shit You’re coming to this Ya poor little faggot You’re sealed with a kiss Kiss me Think it’s well playing in Japan When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan You’re just a pile of shit You’re coming to this Ya poor little faggot You’re sealed with a kiss Still oh out on those pills Cheap thrills, anadins, aspros, anything You’re condemned to eternal bullshit You’re sealed with a kiss Kiss me A kiss a kiss you’re sealed with a kiss A looking for a kiss you’re coming to this I wanna kiss anything Oh kiss this eh boy |
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| 5:49 |
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| 7. |
| 4:00 |
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| 8. |
| 8:41 |
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