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vagabond maurice - izayoizuki / jupiter jazz lyrics

[chorus]
spit that, jupiter rap [x4]
(you can’t ground me)
i’m spitting that, jupiter jazz [x4]
(you can’t ground me)

[verse i: vagabond maurice, “…they say.”]
(huh)
“there go vagabond, talking bout the sky again”
cosmic dwelling on a triple seven, felon to a fallen comet
common sense rhetoric, retrospect – mike jack
moon walking on the track – unpack
pharaoh’s in my stride, hiryuu on the tongue
rising dragon in the mist
amidst a missed frequency
(huh) this be the – (huh)
requiem where dragon’s dream
drifting in the life stream
summoner to the far plane
(yo!)
release hands like ip man, my wing chun wingspan
composed of broken knuckles, composed of shattered eggs
composed of ghost memories – they all phantoms in my shadow realm
an apparition in the distance, dismiss disillusion(al) pretense
in a sense i kick rhymes, then kick knowledge, and kick flip
in the moonlight (huh), fooly cooly, cooley high
baselines in tune to your queen’s, g-string, while i-

[chorus]
spit that, jupiter rap [x4]
(you can’t ground me)
i’m spitting that, jupiter jazz [x4]
(you can’t ground me)

[verse ii: shintendo64]
unsheathing the blade
that gleams of jade
in place of all my hate that’s pint up/
i’ve sent up about a round a thousand
clowns who’ve slipped up/
by thinking that the chakra flows have been blocked/
i’ve been stocked on/
mana pots and zinc blocks
come by the block and swing god/
we’ll skirmish on the chim tops
while dashing p-ssing p-sserby
screeching past the last act who acted like they handled rhymes/
thine shattered vibes/
i sense em/
your rap rules?
i’ve bent them/
content with every slaying/
i’ve committed with the senate of the terra god division
yoh. vagabond i’ll slay em
lay em 6ft in the terra
heras d-mn sure got an army on ya boi so there’s a chance
the heralds then will all commence the coup
i meant defend against the groups who set there men to end the true
heaven led movement
moving through the tunes like who’s this?
the vagabond and sage god/
ripping mics on ruthless
no time for none that foo sh-t/
cause all my godz do this
twin blades
on the back like ryo
parry/ clank swoosh b-tch/

[chorus]
spit that, jupiter rap [x4]
(you can’t ground me)
i’m spitting that, jupiter jazz [x4]
(you can’t ground me)

[transition / fades out to fade in (repeat)]
i’m trying to find a loophole in the sky
so i can steal the sun, gain wings, then fly
wish upon a star, make dreams come true
enough about me, man, what about you?

[verse iii: vagabond maurice]
counting stars from the earth’s axis
captain planet, orbiting the world’s core
nova confidence, super nova tongue slaying
adversaries stay weary when i get involved
the lost vagabond, the last poet, ronin, shinsengumi /
pushing pens like swords, haikus and spoken words like /
somersaulting clouds, monkey king in the noon /
eyes locked to the west, journey a thousand steps /
burning monks, built in the ash, til the east is burning red / ribbon /
arm(or)y of stardust thrown like spinning vinyl
alt-tude of spinning shuriken spill like falling stardust /
metaphors of the black man, folklore of the 21st
centuries like centaurs, cemetery we heaven sent /
on the uprise, incline to the skyline
inclination to a nation has us, hanging from their star / spangled
banner blood banter black, bring it back in bullet smoke / or
jazz haze, singing blues while at the club / bring it back
how we gone find love, if we can’t find / peace
harboring the essence and lessons of five percenters
protesting sentiments, inner peace is broken
militant minding mining jewels that i drop
in a graveyard of black rights, left in the dark /
boogie pop phantom, ghost / ride the whip with memories
lock, stock and reload/ our souls on the uprise
but black lives matter, when used as a commodity
(there are) / plenty of white boys, who ignore the black experience
black excellence amongst the rhetoric of /
radiant cool boys, who commune and miss my point
ghost of mayonnaise, casper rich, bathed in crackers /
like jimmy crack corn / my knuckles scorn injustice
when i come through, like sun tzu with my tactics
i /

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