Risky Picknicking Elixers

Burden of Elixers

Elixer's Burden - Random Rab

i was hanging out with this kid straight out sixties

although he my own age he be smoking weed like gypsies

tripping round the country doing dmt in different cities

festivals for hippies this yogi's picknicking be risky

we were drinking whisky but the tales he told were iffy

he insisted spirits come outer worlds, and I think differently

I said quit the bullshit cause your mind is tripping out

Your mind is making up all of this creative stuff and now you stuck

I'm not one to judge, but you're wrong about some stuff

For all you know, all these books on conscious thought and transcendence

Were written under the influence during the time of lets pretend some shit

Strictly metaphors are these demons spirits and gods,

that you claim you met for real but its metaphysical in fact

From your innerside you can manifest whatevers in mind

Enlist some substances and assist your brain split

Till your fission out of body out in space where no time exists

Resurrect who you please via exorcism imagining

Release them from your deepest seated thinking spots and see

whats in store what you got remember hard before they're lost 

meditation get u lifted like the pot stuff does, 

but its a little tricky when you take a trip

You can take a dip, dive as deep as any fish

Experience the system from outside your self or in it

Realize another vision maybe one thats more efficient

See your self in opposition and then try to wrestle with it

Things can get twisted quick without the laws of physics

imprisoning us from existential cognition's we got

abilities to live free from religion and biases

Conscientious disassociation by disease, yes please

Reconigize the demons are our mind's own concieving

like our own children, born an accidental lessons

Don’t blame the moon sun or stars for what the drugs bring about

No spirits lurk around your corners or in house

Own up, don’t deny how truly capable is your mind

Never be ashamed lest you stay indoctrinated by time 

Power to your Psychedelic funky mentalize 

So next time you hallucinate readjust ya frame

Your brain in every state every role is yours to play

Recognize you rule the scene the stage the mic is all fair game 

From the dmt to the acid shrooming back and forth 

Whatevers leaking out is from your brain, and nothing more

ORANGE SPED HEAD

 ORANGE SPED HEAD

You ain't even head you really just a sped,

 Needing a demon or some meth to help you flow your hand,

Need a beat, I’ll write in bed my feet so0 cold from stagnant still breath 

Even a slang a little twang to take my time to practice occupy my mind

If my tongues tied till I’m out of tries or when the pens about to dye 

But never do I fade out; I keep it on track, 

I puff I pass to you be from my soul and not my ass 

I’m straight strapped with rhymes for miles, I foam from the mouth and eyes

For when my eyes and heart on fire the stars come out and lights abruptly 

Stop my locks upon my mouth; try to make your smile come out

Because I’m a little spacey while the rest are kind janky,

I expect your ass to thank me from tid-bits from my compilation, 

Smoke cigs in front of your kid, Pompous my main gig, 

I trump your game in skill but speed remains with those who stick with it, 

I’m killing time with lines too shy to institute my sky high style, 

Even though I ain't book shows my flows are honest enough for funerals,

I’m a sinner please forgive me but my hunger for the thunder 

Left my rhymes in hands of lifers and undertakers in crimes delighters, 

In time accumulated clouds'll Google me in ponders, 

My trace erased the double sighted mess behind my thoughts confessed

In stride I come back with lively bar in spite of lack

I ride it out I write it down this town is where I’m found

I ride it out I write it down I’m forever underground

Name dropping ain't my steez but there’s a reason to believe 

I’m a creation of the west AKA HEAD under distress without an audience to caress 

With all my rhymes and style go straight into the files, 

I got limos hursts vans and cabinets worth: Lamborghini, Horsepower: Fettuccini, 

my torque dependent upon my vials from Houdini, 

Tongue tied my submitted bliss by my afro centric incident, 

my venial sin stabbed my gut with "I'ma pass on dthis"

brass tax straight up this shade of pink ain’t tough 

from this side of the court I rep the spot but you all are stuck, 

can't even rot an apple at my place because I’m pegged, 

appreciate the poison but my farmers keep me reg, 

the sugar to my jelly more legendary than monarchies, 

than mason jars than tarred and feathers tchotchkey's latch-key kids and wannabes, 

I'm a HUE-man, a white lie, a whore for fast talking boys, 

a warrior diploma with low-blows for sermons without purpose, 

I oink at your green eyes while we both stare into mine, 

a mirror and the sea a back drop from all of time, 

being anything I please but I’m a boring shut in-emcee myself, you see, 

I dig I dog I rock the bog, I swat you flies and corrode your logs, 

I chase the beat and claim to be the best beast, 

One day Ill feast while I lead the hokey-pokey - I TEASE

Shut the Gate - 8 Minutes Late

 8 MINUTES LATE

whats it gonna take

for me to finally shut the gate, let a loser choose his fate,  cause he love nothing more than H

8 Hell no i do not associate with junkie sicko fools thinking deadly drugs be great.

Ill negate your pain if you'd walk with me this way cause you're nothing but a waste of air,

of food, and yea - of space! ill replace you in a minute lace your dope with killa traits, you'll thank me cause I made that minute longer than a day, soon youre on your way back to whats-his-name and whats his place... thus spake a junkie people turn they heads the other away

worse than niggas roaches rape be the IV users, mate - sticking up for nothing but the needle in their arms bleedings least of all the harm scarring deep near and far stealing time away and every single fucking dime inside my car what a kid'll do for H even just a little taste be such a damn disgrace my vacuum cleaner aint even safe, wanna shake him till hes straight but its only if he worth the rate cause my hands are made for helping homies like they real estate, your credit out the door no matter how your spoon be silver, plate of steak like your a winner, just don't get liver failure on my watch cause patience running thinner, than that junkie bitches hair cause she shoots up her children's dinner,

you think you're fucking clever, babe? lying straight irmanda's face? Way beyond your tiny crate she's higher than you can relate cause while you nod out she be cracking up and eating cake sharing nothing but the time with you cause its aint worth the date - together banging never cause you always fucking late, when a junkie knocks it, and the budging stops, im the judge, so ill prop him up, cop his shit, check his vitals just for fun, grudgingly accept the state of aint no life inside this one, so just before he cashes out, i piss on him to mark my spot bunt his skull into itself and hang him from his own damn belt, take a cigie break down on knees crying like i'm 8? nah never you just wait, I got adrenaline but its not your medication infiltrate me breeding hate for all incarcerated by the H just like my babe