"My next project will have a similar vibe to playing Grime Music in Cockaigne, the rhymes will be as zany as people with lime tunics 'n' no names and they'll be fragrantly scented with thyme, tulips 'n' propane ugh!...."
Welcome to Cockaigne, the archaic land of eternal paradise.
An imaginary place of luxury and ease, comfort and pleasure, opposite to the harshness of medieval peasant life. It is a land of contraries, where all the restrictions of society are defied, sexual liberty is open and food is plentiful.
This project is will subject you to the feeling of plying Grime Music in Cockaigne, Drill Music in Zion, Horrorcore Music in Heaven or Crunk Music in Valhalla.
That disruption of tranquility with a cacophony of entrancing lyrical creativity.
An escape from the monotony of paradise, a much needed sabbatical from the unparalleled norm of immortality, a greatly appreciated interruption to the tedious continuum of eternal existence, a refreshing ambience in the background of infinite bliss.
So join me as we delve deeper into the bizarre, the majestic, the eye opening, the spine tingling, the scintillating, the tantalising, the methodical, the cultivating, the captivating, the elegant, the mischievous, the mesmerising, the thought provoking, the controversial, the striking , the breathtaking and the imperious world of lyricism!
"Business before pleasure lil girl, when your in the industry that's the first thing you should know" Nicki rolled her eyes hating the fact that a smile quirked at the corner of her lips.
"why can't it be a little bit of both?" ice spice said dragging her eyes down nicki's body and back up again. Nicki sucked her teeth turning her back on ice, walking away with a sway to her hips; saying
"I see why you weren't feeling him, your too busy flirting with his girl.