Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jupiter's Journey, artist - Freestyle Fellowship. Date of issue: 05.07.1999
Song language: English
Jupiter's Journey |
| Buckle ya seat belts |
| Ya in for the ride of a life time |
| Ya mind we incline |
| A taste, incase of sudden malfunction |
| Suction, caution |
| Embrace ya melon and ya buckle |
| Constrict ya gut muscles to scream |
| Ya comet vomit |
| Ya love it varmint, plummet, atomic |
| Drop, plop, plop |
| Fizz, fizz |
| To what a relief it is |
| It pops, erupts, therox |
| A lots a lots a lots of their flops |
| We rock the ruff? |
| Peep, critic, peep |
| Ya people leap outta ya sockets |
| Pockets reap ya soul |
| Low, whoa, we see, oh no |
| I’m styling, get on children |
| Ride my rainbow flow |
| Robo blow-cell |
| I hope you soak swell |
| Fail, hell |
| I should of been a mathematician, technician |
| Skipping heck, wrecking beats |
| 3 second intermission |
| Let’s roller-skate |
| Better yet roller coast |
| Have you yet experienced fear and stared at death |
| Hear, hear |
| I hear, I fear no one, nowhere, no place |
| We share the same air |
| Prepare yourself to die by suffocation |
| Suffer the consequences |
| Sense’s since sensation’s |
| Sequences frequent |
| Delinquent mind-link |
| Cause I’m linked with the God |
| Come ride the friendly styles of the Freestyle Fellowship |
| Soaking and poking in a liquidized substance |
| I’m done if I drown |
| Look around in the court |
| Is a thatch and a hatch |
| There’s a light but I might sit |
| And ponder a while |
| I’m under a pile |
| Of pressure |
| What sounds like I’m over a turnpike |
| Yikes' Geronimo |
| Look out below |
| Plummeting fast |
| No more pain and laugh |
| Life’s a game I’ve past |
| And ask questions |
| I don’t have all the answers, kid |
| But if you wish upon a star |
| So bright at night |
| You might find a dime |
| For every thought shine |
| I’m under ya pillow case |
| And if I could feel her face |
| I maybe I’m done, ace |
| Embrace |
| In case a little bass with a little tweeter |
| And mid range, twe-tweeter |
| And just in case he tweaks and peeks, then push |
| Then bumrush the bleachers |
| And everything is peaches and cream |
| I mention a fiend, a guillotine |
| You could’ve been a teen |
| But you should of seen |
| Behind the scenes |
| A mind is a terrible thing, to face |
| So face the horrible, torrible |
| Incredible Hulk of harmony |
| I’m melody |
| I stalk when I lurk |
| And I talk with a slang |
| And I lurk in my brain like a runaway train |
| Or a shut away vein |
| Or a moved away aim |
| On a stoke not a game |
| Don’t prevoke it’s a hint |
| Remain the same the money I spent |
| From the heavens avast, angels were sent |
| Watching over every brother and sister, mother repent |
| I should’ad went when the wind blowed |
| And owed my soul to the resurrection behold |
| And unfold perfection |
| In any given direction |
| That’s many adolesence |
| Many see innocent convalescence |
| A lot of conversations with the sense of mothballs |
| A call upon the messiah |
| Always try’er to nigh a liar |
| Come ride the friendly styles of the Freestyle Fellowship |
| Come ride the friendly styles of the Freestyle Fellowship |
| This is the only practical revealing guide |
| To hidden vaults in secret vices |
| Mics get psychic |
| Crisis, run ya license |
| For giving advises sister, sister |
| Kiss the crystal ball, a blister, blister |
| Where’s your personality mister, mister |
| Ya miss the whole picture |
| So get yourself another view |
| And carried it with you |
| I think of the feature, fetch a, fit ya light bulb |
| Click of the switch it might blow |
| With ya fro, send me a picture |
| When you’re right, bro |
| Ya outta sight, dynamite |
| And I might flow |
| A slight glow |
| Behold I walk upon the snow |
| Bold, cold |
| Who know’s how far I walk |
| Slow soul, with pole |
| To get a fish, but what did he accomplish |
| Within this passage |
| Now, I don’t know |