FORCE OF NATURE - Canvas17 lyrics

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 f** your negative image Of fabricating realness When it's actually sickness Sick to my stomach Throwing up lava simply spittin' the hot sh** Trying to magnify that you rappers are not sick Just spreading a ignorant epidemic Popularizing the use of d** 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 pa**ion as a artist reveal & unfurl