Illogic - Pure Form lyrics

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

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

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

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

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