Lyrics Jupiter's Journey - Freestyle Fellowship

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