Hip Hop Shine

Past the second light,aboard a ship am drifting Feeling elated I need a minute to let it all sink in If the crown fits I will line mine with pearls Take a trip to Utopic Islands just to get my cereal outta farms High_grade bud and tantalizing rum I feel queasy flimsy,if am sick its the whisky cheating Lets go far from here a place with no hurt or fear I need freedom for a while, not mere wishful thinking,perception or dreams Nothing imagined is real We don't need simulation to make whips spin a rim My goal is to make mankind supreme delight Notta buncha snitches n rats My artistry was sculpted from ancient Egyptian Vines Made to last in a mummified extension of euclidean signs If hanging the verse by double rhymes will bring justice to musicality then I will guillotine a chapter in style Sex a whole clan of verbs just to make my point heard symmetrically