I’m your Bullrock Trapper
Your fortune teller
I’m inside of you
I’m invisible… haow
Your bullsound pusher
Your nightfall prowler
And I hope you’ll get inspired by my jive
Just like a venom sucker
In a P-funk leather
I pass on lust for music you re-create for better
Just be a bullock trapper
Like a midnight smoker
I ain’t no brainwasher I never get out…. Haow !!
Hey hey , I ain’t no preacher of sound
No matter how you chill out your mind
Cause nobody’s ever hurt by the Fist of the Sound
Hey hey I ain’t no chief of the hound
Keep your headphones distilling mushy sounds
Cause nobody’s ever hurt by the Fist of the Sound
In the fist of the sound……..
If you’re a fat groove printer or a one hit wonder
You’ll thank me later, no more chip on your shoulders
If you’re a cool producer in this brown haze staggers
Just simply use your powers to turn this crap into silver
If you’re unfit noveler like a wrecked pacemaker
Dial F.O.S, miracles happen overnight
I’m your bullrock tripper
Your fortune teller
Just be a genius dreamer never predictable…..haow
Hey hey, I ain’t no preacher of sound
No matter how you chill out your mind
Cause nobody’s ever hurt by the fist of the sound
Hey y hey I ain’t no chief of the hound
Keep your headphones distilling mushy sounds
Cause nobody’s ever hurt by the fist of the sound
…..In the fist of sound
Gimme the fist of the sound
In the fist of the sound
With the fist of the sound you feel much better
Forever desired to be a bullrock tripper
I won’t let my civilization loose the fist of the sound
With the fist of the sound you feel much greater
Forever denied the bullrock trapper
I won’t let your civilisation loose the fist of the sound
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