Mural Jr.
Holy assumption of man into the heaven's sphere
Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
Evangelists re-imagine every 11 years
Pause for applause, evolves to what was never here
Born to death, born to die
Form the flesh, form the eyes
A veritable storm of winged forms swarms the skies
Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh
Farthest standing, I was landing
Two one hand, one man bands jamming in tandem
He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps man's laps in a hand lathered in absinthe
Gotta talent traffic and ramblings
And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the back of the wagon
Out the back of the madam
Out the back of the Magnum
Then out the trap of enchantment
[?] with a megaphone, megaman
Desert zone run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot in a place where it's so simple but not
Closed temples and ole little forgots and rode whole chissles
Cripples with raw missles a lot
The old hoes that they won't give you a shot
But you can get the whole pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot
These are real words from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an average climb
Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half your time
Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a line
In the future life, I don't even have to rhyme
We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs
Just yields and rail roads
In lush fields with bell tolls
Couple huddles of the unskilled but well told
It's unreal how off one deal to sell souls
And he got em' by the dozen
Medulla oblongata is what got them by the oven
Like how the moonshine is what got him by the cousin
He gotta buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
Such an unsettling scene
An obscene setting for the unwedding of rings
The sharpest dresser at the unheading of queens
The architecture is something you've never seen
Dream clean
That's three words at the same time
They killed three bird with the same
And one each in every hand with the same bluffing
Answers each and every man with the same question
What is it?
But you still wanna know but I already done did it
I ball heavy, the physics, it's all
But it's already specific
If we doing what's already done, that means it's already terrific
That's rather meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that
As an extra exhibit to what's already within it
The gallery's like the wall space
So I made a gallery of galleries made of all space
If it was more small, it would be Moore's Law
From the land of the po' where we war Saw
From the hand of a pro to whore jaw
Make a stand to the store till the snow thaw
Went from paper boy to editor
From throwing Ars Poetica with the arms of Federer
On the porches and steps to the farm houses of settlers
One of several sects who can come and charm the predators
We who measure the measuring tools of measurers
We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of pleasurers
We who lecture at treasured schools of lecturers
We who question the cherished rules of leveragers
Born to death, born to die
Mourn correct immortalized
In a war, where your performance score is your salary
It's like fantasies combatting your mortality
I'm just trying to restore sanities
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your vanity
To instill what kills krill destroys manitee
So heels spill but still seal deals that build factories
What looks Roman senator inner reveals macabees
Never just trust off guts, but what's actually
Unless it's quatos
Now, we back to pillars of salt
I recall back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe a tank of killer tomatoes
A seasoned shoulder's carrying plenty pintos in payloads
Now, that's another strata but I was making sense
Then cop out, took the highway and I was making chips
A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks
Can fight like Tekken 5, even taking 6
This rehabilitation, I be taking trips
"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I won't make a dent
Hardly, but I'm still Harvey
I hope this making sense
Devil tooting his own horn, don't come and take a sniff
In the streets you gotta fight, you get punished for taking whiffs
To make that change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey driving
A stomach for taking whips
I'm just trying to redeem
With these hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming clean
To unify the hooks
If you know it, then come and sing
Don't bust in while I'm sleep
Nightmares becoming dreams
Samurais rarely die from another sword
This is 1985 meets the hover board
That was Bobby Johnson potato, just the underscore
Think deep, but don't let it fry your motherboards
Dip teeth, so now the painting's plural
But this is Jr's Mural
Mural Jr.LRC歌词
[00:22.524]Holy assumption of man into the heaven's sphere
[00:25.428]Many mansions fit champions within its seven tiers
[00:27.868]Evangelists re-imagine every 11 years
[00:30.580]Pause for applause, evolves to what was never here
[00:34.352]Born to death, born to die
[00:36.031]Form the flesh, form the eyes
[00:38.788]A veritable storm of winged forms swarms the skies
[00:41.157]Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives
[00:44.084]In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies
[00:47.097]Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh
[00:50.725]Farthest standing, I was landing
[00:52.421]Two one hand, one man bands jamming in tandem
[00:54.975]He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms
[00:58.119]And maps man's laps in a hand lathered in absinthe
[01:01.609]Gotta talent traffic and ramblings
[01:03.283]And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
[01:06.072]Out the back of the wagon
[01:07.368]Out the back of the madam
[01:08.784]Out the back of the Magnum
[01:10.051]Then out the trap of enchantment
[01:11.706][?] with a megaphone, megaman
[01:14.540]Desert zone run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
[01:17.836]That was so simple but hot in a place where it's so simple but not
[01:23.157]Closed temples and ole little forgots and rode whole chissles
[01:25.616]Cripples with raw missles a lot
[01:28.411]The old hoes that they won't give you a shot
[01:30.705]But you can get the whole pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot
[01:34.427]These are real words from a savage mind
[01:36.892]Unmaximized man on an average climb
[01:39.416]Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half your time
[01:42.100]Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a line
[01:45.052]In the future life, I don't even have to rhyme
[01:47.454]We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs
[01:51.434]Just yields and rail roads
[01:53.971]In lush fields with bell tolls
[01:55.976]Couple huddles of the unskilled but well told
[01:58.274]It's unreal how off one deal to sell souls
[02:02.314]And he got em' by the dozen
[02:03.794]Medulla oblongata is what got them by the oven
[02:06.434]Like how the moonshine is what got him by the cousin
[02:08.987]He gotta buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
[02:12.982]Such an unsettling scene
[02:14.735]An obscene setting for the unwedding of rings
[02:17.246]The sharpest dresser at the unheading of queens
[02:20.112]The architecture is something you've never seen
[02:22.734]Dream clean
[02:23.984]That's three words at the same time
[02:26.335]They killed three bird with the same
[02:28.464]And one each in every hand with the same bluffing
[02:31.616]Answers each and every man with the same question
[02:34.640]What is it?
[02:35.270]But you still wanna know but I already done did it
[02:37.842]I ball heavy, the physics, it's all
[02:39.919]But it's already specific
[02:41.305]If we doing what's already done, that means it's already terrific
[02:44.670]That's rather meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that
[02:47.255]As an extra exhibit to what's already within it
[02:50.338]The gallery's like the wall space
[02:52.944]So I made a gallery of galleries made of all space
[02:56.519]If it was more small, it would be Moore's Law
[02:59.074]From the land of the po' where we war Saw
[03:01.850]From the hand of a pro to whore jaw
[03:04.606]Make a stand to the store till the snow thaw
[03:07.831]Went from paper boy to editor
[03:09.648]From throwing Ars Poetica with the arms of Federer
[03:12.386]On the porches and steps to the farm houses of settlers
[03:15.137]One of several sects who can come and charm the predators
[03:18.416]We who measure the measuring tools of measurers
[03:21.010]We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of pleasurers
[03:23.846]We who lecture at treasured schools of lecturers
[03:26.559]We who question the cherished rules of leveragers
[03:29.718]Born to death, born to die
[03:32.423]Mourn correct immortalized
[03:34.519]In a war, where your performance score is your salary
[03:37.120]It's like fantasies combatting your mortality
[03:40.799]I'm just trying to restore sanities
[03:42.687]Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your vanity
[03:45.391]To instill what kills krill destroys manitee
[03:47.857]So heels spill but still seal deals that build factories
[03:50.815]What looks Roman senator inner reveals macabees
[03:53.406]Never just trust off guts, but what's actually
[03:56.543]Unless it's quatos
[03:57.967]Now, we back to pillars of salt
[03:59.630]I recall back peeling potatoes
[04:01.575]In hindsight, maybe a tank of killer tomatoes
[04:04.358]A seasoned shoulder's carrying plenty pintos in payloads
[04:07.231]Now, that's another strata but I was making sense
[04:09.559]Then cop out, took the highway and I was making chips
[04:12.455]A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks
[04:15.199]Can fight like Tekken 5, even taking 6
[04:18.119]This rehabilitation, I be taking trips
[04:20.729]"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I won't make a dent
[04:23.686]Hardly, but I'm still Harvey
[04:25.016]I hope this making sense
[04:26.215]Devil tooting his own horn, don't come and take a sniff
[04:28.839]In the streets you gotta fight, you get punished for taking whiffs
[04:31.650]To make that change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey driving
[04:34.391]A stomach for taking whips
[04:35.810]I'm just trying to redeem
[04:37.375]With these hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming clean
[04:40.103]To unify the hooks
[04:41.038]If you know it, then come and sing
[04:42.567]Don't bust in while I'm sleep
[04:43.745]Nightmares becoming dreams
[04:46.111]Samurais rarely die from another sword
[04:48.752]This is 1985 meets the hover board
[04:51.407]That was Bobby Johnson potato, just the underscore
[04:54.049]Think deep, but don't let it fry your motherboards
[04:56.600]Dip teeth, so now the painting's plural
[04:59.422]But this is Jr's Mural
[05:01.531]
