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letra de session 04 - kimchi pt. 2 / the morning star - vagabond maurice

[verse i]
funky buddha on the canvas
carving enlightenment into the third eye (i’m)
striving through close calls and reaching the skyline
lines uglier than cursive chicken scratch
or at least craig mac(k)
this is the return of the [huh]
jedi juking javelins, pivot when i kick it
bruce lee when i spit it
shadow stance, shadow box, boxed in the shadow of colossi
sighs seized in wicked dreams weaved vivid
vagabond’s on the horizon, can you see it?
terra five on the uprise fo(u)r, metaphor for
clear souls sieging castles – we
limits, infinite, game genie novelists
so carve my sins in hieroglyphics [huh]
jazz be that heartbeat, so baptize me in break beats [huh]
anonymous, counting stars on the opalesce
opposite glide when i cruise through the city with
sapphire rapid fire eyes. blazing through the soul
afro blue hues, misery in my whisky – set ’em up jack
jackal jacking cards from beneath your sleeve
this be that: [huh]
huey newton blazing knowledge in that ink pen
fela kuti getting groovy in an afrobeat kingdom / or
vietnam spitting purple psalm to boogie-pop phantoms

[chorus x2]
’cause i’m the emcee
eating up all of the kimchi
washing it down with some green tea
it’s a beautiful thing.tea leaf green hue
sky side, sky time, hero of the sky loft
rocking it when i be in your vicinity

(cause i’m)
drifting with the night-time dawn
shining brighter than the rising sun
the morning star

[verse ii]
say how you doing world?
i’m on the scene, dropped the name “flash fiction”
now i’m “vagabond” moving along with the morning star
line rhymes, from the design, incredible mind – smooth style
bout to be grooving in the rifts of one of these jazz tunes
consume the radiance. second bloom of seba jun(e)
phoenix resurrected, so why would you second guess us now?
a league of gentle, dudley rose throwing boxers
i’m keeping it cl-ssy like a gl-ss of moscato
living my life’s destiny, like a distant memory
clever styled poetry, annotated by the quotes of scholars
time ain’t waiting for your two cents, twin sense
duo text held like twin swords, sparking that insight
like miyamoto musashi, they got me
spitting sun tzu tactics to make your back flip
heads or tails? harvey dent
i’m cutting these threads like the sisters of fate
’cause i’m

[reverse chorus]

- vagabond maurice

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