Fiyablasta - Blank Canvas Experiment lyrics

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Fiyablasta - Blank Canvas Experiment lyrics

Verse 1: With 23 flavors in your ear, you can call me the doctor No detox, so I'm sick with every hit that I author Why bother sticking to punches when I kick it with ease Looking like a knockout after my foes catching them Z's Comatose from bows I throw like the Rock used to People chant the people's champ on and you're the loser Bruise your ego cause you think the geek can't speak the heat into existence Friction starts and fiction's far so victims part with a resistance Noted but futile; so guess it's not consensual You noticed I'm too vile, but only in context, you know My body of work bodies everybody; grab the body bags Cause there is their resting place and they're going to be rotten trash But for now garbage will deal with waste management Dirty job, who's a fan of it? Whatever gets the family fed But that's my place in this dead poet society The new undertake with all due propriety Chorus: Questioning creativity cause they don't have the answers Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas A mix of everything around like a US axis So I'ma grab rap, experiment with it like it's a lab rat Twisting it with the abstract until you got to have that Witness the methods of a mad scientist A recording artist in the lab writing hits Verse 2: My heart warms for this art form. If you don't understand Just imagine a power trip in the fingertips of your hands Writing exciting stanzas and liking reciting jams that Cause bonanzas; it's bananas: the fruit of your labor hands you But are you eating though? Not off of beats and shows When you do it for love, you work for retail dough Abercrombie & Fitch through Hollister Gladly offer a check for the best wrecking rapper hogging them hits So get them, slugger; from Louisville to Brazil To fulfill your will for Illinois I steal from Windy City boys And the fiasco's intended to snatch your Gemstones Then run them j**els by k**ing mics on LPs To mixtapes and less concerned with selfies Giving socialite rappers nightmares and less sleep So now they're out back trying to start beef, but left pink Mistaken for well done; My hunger they ain't quelling Chorus: Questioning creativity cause they don't have the answers Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas A mix of everything around like a US axis So I'ma grab rap, experiment with it like it's a lab rat Twisting it with the abstract until you got to have that Witness the methods of a mad scientist A recording artist in the lab writing hits Verse 3: Too cool to marginalized by buffoonery, coonery I prove to be in tune with the use of fluency; pulling these Through the leaf, loosing P-E-N-S like songs used to be So my bars aren't music P, but hard so you F with it through the speaks That's my forte without the loud, cause without the cloud And YouTube, I got fans throughout the crowd Way back to when my compact discs would circle round The elementary through middle, high, and college graduates feeling my Urkel sound Did I do that? Do-do-do that, that, that And use my abstract raps to prove my tracks lack lax lyrical ability The sk** I wield that you can behold when I fit in the rhythm like a skeleton In the keyhole, freeing me from menial tasks I'm sick of, so I'm spitting this frio I'm enferma; promise you never heard a Weirdo this dope you never had to search for Cause the frequency I push my freak into the frequency Makes it difficult to never sneak a peek at a piece of me Threes! Chorus 2x: Questioning creativity cause they don't have the answers Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas A mix of everything around like a US axis So I'ma grab rap, experiment with it like it's a lab rat Twisting it with the abstract until you got to have that Witness the methods of a mad scientist A recording artist in the lab writing hits