Canvas17
Peace to FORCE OF NATURE and Rest In Peace to Nujabes

Master of my artistry
Still spittin' thoughts and philosophy
Microphone is merely a paintbrush
I am painting the Sistine Chapel
Verbally
Internally
Prolific
Portraits vivid
Make it stick with how I'm living
Fuck your negative image
Of fabricating realness
When it's actually sickness
Sick to my stomach
Throwing up lava simply spittin' the hot shit
Trying to magnify that you rappers are not sick
Just spreading a ignorant epidemic
Popularizing the use of drugs is a virus to the youth
Can't terribly criticize me because I'm only speaking the truth
But society doesn't care
Materialistic artists
Hypnotizing fans like psychological warfare
Live in a world where everyone is under the spell of mummification
And our freedom of speech is corrupted and so is our education
Escape with my music and my message
I'm just a artist delivering my masterpiece
Pen is a paintbrush
Painting lyrics on a blank canvas
See i can't be crushed like a praying mantis
On the track
The beat is outlandish
And i whip competition to bits
Lyrical dominatrix
Now enter a matrix
Exploring the sectors of my mind
Where there is no such thing as time
My flow is very divine
Yet i know I'm only mortal
But my rhymes is immortal
Everlasting
To export rappers to straight to the postmortem
Teleport my soul to a different world
And let my inner passion as a artist reveal & unfurl