Freestyle Fellowship - Jupiter's Journey lyrics

Buckle ya seat belts Ya in for the ride of a life time Ya mind have we incline A taste, incase of sudden malfuntion Suction, caution Inbrace ya melon and ya buckle Constrict ya gut muscles to scream Ya comet vomet Ya love embalmment plummet, atomic Drop, pop, pop Fizz, fizz To what a relief it is If pop's xerox, therox Alots alots alots of flip flops We rock the ruff Peep, critic, peep Ya people leap outta ya sockets Pockets reap ya soul Low, wow, we, see, ohh No, i'm styling get on children Ride my rainbow flow Robo blow-cell I hope you so swell Fail, hell I should of been a mathematician, technican Skipping heck, recking beats 3 second intermission Let's roller-skate Better yet roller-coast Have you yet experienced fear and stared at d**h Hear, hear I hear, I fear no one, no where, no place We share the same air Prepair yourself to die by suffocation Suffer the consequences Sense's since sensation's He quinces? frequent In link with my 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 gonna part drown Look around in the cort There'a tatch and a hatch Theres a light but I might sit And ponder a while I'm under a pile Of pressure That sounds like i'm over a turpike Yikes' geronimo Look out below Plummeting fast No more pain and laugh Life's a game i'm past And ask question's 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 don't ace Embrace Incase a little ba** with a little tweeter And mid range, twe-tweeter And just incase he tweeks and peeks then push Then bumrush the bleachers And everything is peaches and cream I mention a fiend, a guillotine You could of 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 shrug away vain Or a moved away aim On a stalk? not a game Don't prevoke it's a hint Remain the same the money I spent From the heavens of vast, angels were sent Watching over every brother and sister and mother, repent I should'ad went when the wind blowed And owed my soul to the ressurecton behold And unfold perfection In any given direction That's many adolesence Many see innocent convalescence Alot of conversations with the sence? Our wall of call upon the messiah Always try'er to ni' a lier 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 hitting vaults? and secret vices My's? ex-psychic Crisis, run ya license For giving advice's sister Kiss the crystal ball, a blister Where's your personality mister Ya miss the whole picture So get yourself another view And carry it'd with you I think it'd fit ya, fit ya, fit ya light bulb Quicker to switch your mic blow With ya flow, send me a picture And ya right grow 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, a fishing pole To get a fish but what did he accomplish With in this pa**age Now I don't know