My Imaginary Friends - Part 1
CHAIN
I've got...
Portraits of paid dues absorbing the stains
Forming your brains like accordions play
Blaze a fortress to haze, shots in the night
Poppin like fires in cornfielded mazes
Warships embracing the forces they face
One day worshiped and praised, morning till bed
Then your mourning the dead and divorcing the day
They're warped in the head, an enormous debate
they'll torch your remains while the torture remains
'cause the more you're in pain, warmer the flank
Reward for this? DANG! There's a fortune to make!
I'd be ordering one like I'm Morpheus rank
Banking corporate pay from the orphans created
Cause the corpses are straining the Coroners legs
SwordedStylez
Quoting what I wrote, I'll vocal coach you, throw you back to school
Chain just wrote an even sixteen only cause I asked him to
Gained praise and notoriety, but mostly from the wackest dudes
Wisdom within twisting off the sins that walk the Pastor's shoes
Each my arts designed inside a darkened silence, dulls the senses
Fiend for feed like preteens up on Easter eve, they drawin' tactics
Reach to be the sweetest, its the beast in me I call to action
Hide the darkness, skies have parted, time to start my souls extraction
As the rays of dawn invading on my sacred scripts of Jesus
Saintly knowledge takes my arms and drags me to his reaches
So I faced my inner darkness and I saved some bits and pieces
Now I'm faceless, I'm mid season in the phase for my completeness
Sleeping in disguise... seem to keep behind my painted eyelids
Can't deny the path thats handed by the saints that guide me
Base my life on where it's at, then trace a line, compare the graph
Embrace alignment, take the straightened line and make a stage for flight
iLL ScriptureZ
Some days, from the lips of morning,
The fragrance within is gorgeous.
It fades in the midst of warm air,
remaining to give support where
theres pain that'd split to quarters.
The change that it gives is horded
It's made an arrisoned force, and
I'm paid like the prince of warfare
But strangely, this gift contorts me
It made my existence shorter
A cage that persists to scorn since,
their praise from the distant morning...
It fades in the wind and warm air
Chained by the wrist for torture..
Built then destroyed, I remain here,
Decayed in the inner cloister
Nigma
Whats dried up dies to rest beneath
So.. writings like the death of ink (RIP)
You'll like what you're digesting in
The type that finally lets you think
Priceless innovation that will turn the page and stomp your dreams
Sublimely educated, so refer your statements NOT TO ME
The way I lure in patients when murder rates are across the scene
You'd swear my earthly traits were regurgitated from Gandhi genes
The plain philosophy of a common thief, whats a lock to beat?
Constant battles caught between the audience involved and me
So toss me into shackles, I'll be lockless like my hands are magic
Walking with a swagger like the Loch Ness has been land adapted
Cognitive and laughing, I'd pursue you doing backflips
I'm studious, could use whichever moves I choose to blast with
Peruse through this and that, I'm also doing what I want, and so, I'll the walk the road of rocks and boulders with God's composure then stop to toke. It's the ganja smoke that probly wrote this, dropping syllables at will if just to rock the flow. Godly flow, so omni-potent a drop could lock my soul forevermore, bending mortal law like apothecaries plotting a dosage for apotheosis.
I'll kick back to strict format if just to know you won't lose focus
Slickly rapped to hide whats private, just, in fact, like Roman toga's
This ^ Yeah that. Exquisite grammar. Don't need people moaning bogus
Let this shift to blackness, little bats, eclipse the castle, cloned the locusts.