Imaginary Friends

Hold on before we start this one I Okay we're good, lets do this Multiverse is my bitch Astral project A lot of progress Since my last project A wiser man Does more and talks a lot less Smoke reefer till I clear the room Or the rooms potless If you see them looking at me Tell them they don't want this Its the dabbing, rapping, skating phenom, Non-anonymous Im super cool But fragile-Dipsticks Act insulted on some dumb shit And real seekers Know with growth I been synonymous So they bump this I get played for for their baby mamas Daddies and their cousins I'm that emcee on dmt Auntie couldn't get enough of The hookup if you want something To bump and shake your cupboards Been to the spirit world And peered at worst things out That most would run from To the fake friends Sam Beckett Over all of them Leaps are quantum They change like the autumn leaves I'm ahead and leading all them It gets deeper I see through their eyes They realize they're falling As seasons wane They swap display Now colors match their calling I'm sifting through the grime and grit And vaping flower pollen I'm 2 plus 2 times 2 legit I'm sick see and they want me So don't get caught sleeping Or playing games You know I'm awesome Go download Both my mixtapes Then act good Like Alec Baldwin If You find yourself hanging on a cliffs very edge The one thing that won't save you: Imaginary friends Hiding behind the unseen Till the scene is suspenseful Can't really get real With these imaginary friends tho Been Popping caps and rapping So mushroom too improve I'm talking psilocybin fungus Taking shrooms in the booth Take me to a new dimension Maybe Show me some truth Share my visions with the people They need knowledge that's new Waiting for cosmic alignment I get centered Like noon Both hands up toward the heavens More like 10 and 2 Elevating my mind And having having a hell of a time while doing it And you'd instagram the last good meal you ate Just to prove you did In good with sexy ladies Who just love and adore me You know the type who turn a trio breakfast date to an orgy Into my style, compliment it Won't take a forgery Love my penmanship And ask what they can do for me For the D I rhyme so tough, smart, Neat and crazy You couldn't rap any more week If they were all 7 days Slay the streets like pussy Ride concrete like waves Perfect audio confections For their ears to come taste They use the booth for confessions I just use it as paste Between these thoughts interconnected That are binding me to this place All but lost here And finding that the dislodged and displaced Can learn from each other with acceptance and patience This Pent up pain That's my pen, paint, and paint pen The pallet I use? The air waves And the ways I can play on them, And of course all the words I say And how thoughts can play off them But some will still draw distance Put up walls Or just take offense If You find yourself hanging on a cliffs very edge The one thing that won't save you: Imaginary friends Hiding behind the unseen 'Till the scene is suspenseful Can't really get real With these imaginary friends tho Write on paper in the moment Only in roman numerals Illegible Passersby elbowing me Cuz I'm so humorous Bliss in people's ignorance: Chicken ramen noodles; They stay salty I don't fault them Use no caution with hubris Hold the comments Haley's Comet Could just come back to get me I'm that interstellar rapper In the land of the hippies Dirty varment spitting sonnets Circumstance may get iffy So I do front flips, cartwheels, handstands For them to understand or get me Fandom forming Like a snowball Clear and cold as ice Walk through doors without any clearance Take out haters concisely No heaters We defeat them With words weed and spice Armed to teeth to tease the weak emcees In disbelief, surprised, And doused in their own medicine They eff it up I'm infinite Won't catch a break Migraine headaches Get them acetaminophen See through them Cellophane Stuck on shit they meddle in I'm charging up, blasting off And stealing moves like mega man Now you feel inspired? Well, we're in dire circumstance Omega down to Alpha From the fire To the frying pan Worlds is full of liars Or outliers with truth in hands Some hand it out Some lock it up Some always just Sit in the stands Some just adjust the TV set Cuz they can change the channel Or glaze over the sum of things Take on more than they can handle Some sleep in Some'll slip out Some will think that your an asshole But in summary Something you don't need Are the fake friends and their hassles If You find yourself hanging on a cliffs very edge The one thing that won't save you: Imaginary friends Hiding behind the unseen Till the scene is suspenseful Can't really get real With these imaginary friends tho