Vagabond Maurice - Session 01, Where Dragons Dream (Prod. By Brad Kemp) [Bonus Track] Lyrics

Face the blind cupid's arrow, staggering through the barrel
Rolling down the boulevard, crash knuckle
Fisticuffs shatter bone shards of bloodied knuckles
Search for the twelve jewels, or at least the master emerald
Master plan scheming on dreams, bind ambition by the seams
Let the one winged angel sing the chorus with Taurus
Madator flocka yoga flame Tauros
Consult constellations in the night time
Sipping on some moonshine
Astro glide through the cosmos of the mind, field of bombs
This is the eye, of the storm, InAniMate be the forefront
Fortress gorgeous built on the corpses of opponents
Four horsemen be the apocolypse - now
Four sips from being an alcoholic, cigarette glowing with the morning sun
Mind shattering moons as we move through the universe
Writing and rhyming, climbing the mountain of zion
Empty my mental on the notepad, switch gears until I'm clad
In my sword and shield, parry and pierce crews
Pursuing the boulevard where dreams bloom
Yo, pursuing the boulevard where dreams bloom
Yo, pursuing the boulevard...

So yeah you, and you in the back, you can come too
As we search through my memories
Breaking clear from my fallacies
Battling he, the ying and the yang in the mirror
Cleaning the attic, within my mind
Until my vision is clearer

Quiet hustle, moving the world with my word's muscle
Aristole divine, the poetics of the mind
Comedy, the link between infernos and me
Poetry so smooth and sultry like the voice of Esperanza Spalding
I, gotta be, moon walking with the stars - gazing
With the third eye, on the climb to zion
Vagabond's living the life of a bohemian
In the rhapsody, capture the, in the melody of - forever
So tell me what you're looking for, words found between
Jazz, Blues, syncopated swords we blend
Or Confucianism wisdom until our mentals ascend
I be that cat, deciphering the plans of mice and me
Because I'm steady scribing novels with the pad and the pen
Insight for the masses so their minds. Can get. Cleansed

So yeah you, and you in the back, you can come too
As we search through my memories
Breaking clear from my fallacies
Battling he, the ying and the yang in the mirror
Cleaning the attic, within my mind
Until my vision is clearer

Stigmata of a linguaphile. So. Who. Wants. To Scrabble again?
Stigmata of a linguaphile. So. Who. Wants. To Scrabble again?

Some semblance of Guru
Collecting wisdom, speak the truth right through you
Formless, like water, I flow text, a martyr
Like / the burning monk, glow jewels of thought
You're on the path to clash theories with my rhetoric
I'm on the path to enlightenment, I'm Buddha sent
Ascend to send energy, passing my inner chi
To glow like a beacon through your, sea of thought
I trout through the valley of the shadow of death
Align with the universe to hear my depth
That universal magnetic, we prophetic
A Dragon Sennin training with the, Turtle Hermit
Lyrics with the sutra, mantra shaking all the cosmos
Penetrating chakras, with a Gentle Palm
Buddhist Palm, Baoding sounds, in my Alchemy
Forever shine, till the whole world hears rhymes