[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