Pure Form

Lyrics

[Hook] It's the pure form that flows through my bloodstream The pure form, only the pure form Only the pure form flows through my bloodstream Only the pure form, the pure form, the pure form The pure form, only the pure form It's the pure form that flows through my bloodstream The pure form, the pure form, the pure form [Verse 1] This is virtual rhyme, capture time in my palm Drinking poison I find, hope I fly before I fall Lie in the coffin of the crowd, often the sound amuses until the toxins spill Contaminate the mainstream of the River Skill Real is an after inkling, shrinking weaklings to afterthoughts Encased in frost, debating between whether waiting or paying the cost Lost on the threshold of the next Masterpiece in the flesh released as a tapestry mesh in defeat that reflects your conceit I'm stuck between this rock and the horizon, looking for a kaleidoscope to climb in I'm in celestial state, impeccable rate of dissecting your spread Internal organs and northern mountains and jarring your head Crash in this plane then into that forest fashion-less More hungry than the poorest third world activist for exposure You get the picture, it's in the Greater film I discovered, not the arrangements of the scenery changes Cover my lids and step one step at a rhyme Left to define the slope of this incline that I'm inclined to travel Separating the burgers from the cattle Herd is the face in slurs of battle searches Cracking those of tractor beams, actors seem stagnant Surges of liquids like lunging towards your jugular Chokes the hope under your blanket along with a flashlight Strong liquor guzzle to erase a bad night Last night I left right to embrace the height But juicing the lime, hoping the dripping lemon can shed light [Hook] It's the pure form that flows through my bloodstream The pure form, only the pure form Only the pure form flows through my bloodstream Only the pure form, the pure form [Verse 2] I stand massless, crashings hijack thought train into the next invisible mountain I see I'm sensing danger on the starboard bow of my after-death in which I glide aimlessly through a mind-storm Beginning to feel like [?], steer the helm of my ship clear of my hip then I hop to rhyme's neighboring dimension Parallel, the thoughts are hip-hop's stairwell to the next level of existing 'cause we're on the upper shelf and I'll crop your life like a photograph Now you're just a head of your former self Illogic is the paragon of emcee, eating crew after crew of the empty minded, no substance I think that's why I'm still on a mission for egos to devour, reaching A new plateau of when-it-rains-it-thunderstorms Words and armies of insects, gettin' venom in 'em Pen 'em to the track, transcend 'em in fact Extract the thoughts of the supposedly abstract artist Of the anti-creative movement I'm here to destroy Act now if you wish to deploy 'cause if not, a head-on collision is imminent and I'm surviving Didn't you notice the reaper hovering in your shadow unforeseen of course I'm ready to perform and your funeral's the scene of choice When you go to hell I wanna visit the past on ice water and lower the thermostat Use the lake of fire as a wishing well, throw in a dime and wish myself back Some call me out of the frame of normalcy and that would be a correct assumption 'cause my heart beats the baseline of microphone fiend, pumping liquid-y words through the arteries Only the pure form flows through my bloodstream [Hook] It's the pure form that flows through my bloodstream The pure form, only the pure form Only the pure form flows through my bloodstream Only the pure form, the pure form The pure form, the pure form Only the pure form It's the pure form that flows through my bloodstream The pure form, the pure form, the pure form