This ones from my skeleton page.
That's the lab, where all of my rhymes are made.
Picked apart  and twisted around till its considered a up grade.
Trained to listen, decent enough to throw up on stage.
Until the words learn better there kept in they're cage.
Say something cool like filled with deception and rage.
Wont ever live to regret them only with time they'll age.
Like wine they'll get fine, a dime,  but stay resistant to change,
never disintegrate, dilute, contagious like mange.
A mixture of space and drugs, Quantum Entanglement engaged.
The elixirs enough to make pharaohs raise from there grave.
Black is the magic of my personal mage.
Quicker's a must but with precision it pays,
To drink from the cup, washing the brain.
Scribes of the dead ingested the manuscript ways.
Re-write the lives of the gods, clouded in darkness and haze.
Minus the fame, mortal to some,
Revelations reveals
Demi runs in there veins