Mural Jr.

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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
 Bellerophon 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
 Diptique, so now the painting's plural
 But this is Jr's Mural
 

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Duration
05:12
Key
1
Tempo
87 BPM

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