K-Rino - The Canvas lyrics

[Produced by K-Rino] [Intro: K-Rino] Aah! Man naw that's not goin get it man Gotta come better than this My head is k**ing me mayne AAHHH! [Verse 1:] Gazing at this blank page channeling my deep cerebral phase My mind slowly reaches the ninth stage Boom! Now I've capture it The paragraphical map is scrambled in my inner-cranial labyrinth I'm focused let's go after it I moved in carefully the canvas stares at me with apathy And as I struggle it sarcastically talks back to me Frustration pops in the strain out of cla**ical Concoction is pain staking but failure's not an option A spark the size of a quark Try to take shape and develop into what becomes an embryonic thought My endorphins releases it and starts chasing it My cerebellum embraces it but I hasten over-anxiousness just erases it A split second away from delivering Was at the edge of my mental but quickly back flip it to the River of Oblivion I'm almost nauseous why should I be cautious When all this inanimate garbage is under my auspice The vision within the smooth black pen But when the concept begins something pushes it back in All the inspiration ceases a sharp pain increases Scattered fragments of a thesis but my mind won't release it Fighting something not typical to fight with Stare at the page all night till my sight quit my occipital might split So scandalous as the virgin canvas With no regard for the man who try the channel his deepest start to romance it [Hook: x2] The Canvas With great works of art rest Where created inspiration is made manifest Philosophies and dreams executed by the hand Before it's send out to man this is where it all began [Verse 2:] (The canvas) as fast as the Atlantic Where the righteous and the rancid ideas of man sit The organic And the outlandish The 3 way connection between my thoughts page and the pen that I brandished I wrote a line I felt from within (yeah) The page regurgitated back in the form of a flame that melted my pen I replace it with one I figured was greater The first acceptable line finally hits the paper several hours later I was tired but couldn't rest till I'm thru The canvas spoke to me again and calmly asked, "Is that best you can do? " I said "Fool, I got a message for you, (ha ha) How you gon disrespect my work and all of this time I've invested in you? " It said, "You're full of intellectual wealth You started this so now you gotta live up to the standard you set for yourself The unparallel creations the times the innovations The mixture of real life situations and useful information." I asked "Why do you care? " it replied "How can you lyrically stimulate people's minds if you and I don't coincide? Besides the fact I'm being protective of you Would you wanna have something written on your body that's not reflective of you? " Had to agree that it's perspective was true So in a second or two I brainstormed and intellectually grew It was torture and my thoughts were exhausted I didn't draw a mountain side or a wild orchid but a literary portrait And what I wrote the page no wonder denounced it My mind pushed and gave birth to a verse that weigh 3 tons and seven ounces I asked, "How do you like it" It said, "I love it! " Now I know my page will only accept words that are worthy of it [Hook x2] Ooh, look at it! It's so beautiful! So beautiful! What shall we name it? The CANVAS!