[Intro: Canvasse]
Canvasse interrogation, take one
[Verse 1: Canvasse]
Descendants of Romulus so who tryna rumble with us, fat chance do your cherry pickers, the merry wisher, the Larry winners stopping pickets, urban ghetto 101 so y'all better listen
Under aegis of lyricism we the HS
Traveled many seas learning rules of Pythagoras
My angles right, high on the wings of Pegasus, call my name thrice stay in the dark whistling
Fuck with I'm gon burn with the acetylene
In sync wit real shit even when not spitting
Sobriety in the booth it's just candor
Exposing the fact that defactos ain't factors
Coup de grace the defectors & fake niggs
Cause dem boys got to underrate like six
My shit jumping over zeniths and the iris
Of cyclops and myopic niggas prying
Mobbing like pirates, in a pastiche with a lab coat on commanding sounds it's Simon
Sigh at my records made without explorers, and who brought new ill to this country like Soya
Stay sore-in, they hiding mail like Mulan
Fugazi niggas, got to leave like dicotyledons
On billboards, they wanted Billabong
The industry is a candle to a swarm of moths
[Hook: Canvasse]
So just put one up, then a deuce deuce up
Shaded by money trees, my niggas know what’s up
Good and bag knowledge, tuxedo wearing monsters
Helpless orphans, who can’t wait to see a coffin (See)
I Play my part for’ my eyes low
No time to waste in this time zone
I Play my part for’ my eyes low
No time to waste in this time zone
[Verse: 2]
Highs lows, chastising Jezebels and Diablos
Queued tips evident that the AB blows
Stract of course, the only course of action is strapped up force
Acid domes, blue litmus when active with passive tones
Pass the throne, lap y’all that lack with the lances & lacid chrome
Placid but rapid, with rackets at bastard braggadocios
Whiter than Caspar in caskets
Pinocchio niggas, vapid but rapping for jackets, but this fantastic black kid, back in, this shit, like Hakeem, savage with torpedoes
Mastered the classics and Cassius so passing the planet of axis to trappers of Indigo
HiiSociety can’t burn like Abednego
Masses were laughing and aphids were stacking, but assets are avid and we made it on our own
On a roll, it you flaccid you blasted, it’s, a bad habit, but the rabid think they’re dope
Invalid, leave your face plastered, the massive damage left your heads scattered out the guillotine basket, on the floor
You static, on the low, faith sealed like envelope, on your zeniths, and I’ve barely scratched the facet, y’all niggas stuck in traffic and the red ain’t optional, blood spilled is optimal, better get ya constable
[Hook: Canvasse]
So just put one up, then a deuce deuce up
Shaded by money trees, my niggas know what’s up
Good and bag knowledge, tuxedo wearing monsters
Helpless orphans, who can’t wait to see a coffin (See)
I Play my part for’ my eyes low
No time to waste in this time zone
I Play my part for’ my eyes low
No time to waste in this time zone
[Verse 3: Hybrid]
I’m elevated, feeling obnoxious
I’m like a preacher let my words sink in your subconscious
You feeling nauseous, did you take a pill from Morpheus?
Catch you living in an alternate life so all your shit is pretentious
Nah, what you know about numbers about the matrices faces so many bills they mistook me for the god of many faces
I can never be a racist, all white but all the windows are tinted, so you always seeing my reflection
Don’t be alarmed I took a piece outta the pound cake, got my Ray Bans customized so I recognize fake
True story been on the hills before now I can’t see my faces like my skin fell off
Might be the heat or something, guess I’m the hottest nigga now recording, smelling cheese like I was born a rodent
No Ab-Soul, but I pray my absolution received
Whether you Blood or Crip it’s still red we bleed, good grief
Uh, going back in
Most of these raps are written sitting on a toilet seat, so you can say my flows the shit but speaking metaphorically
Really there’s no comparison, truth be told they say I stink my voice is deep I couldn’t sing and now they all up on my dick
Yeah I’ve been around for a while but does that really matter
These niggas coughing on my lines like they got cancer
I’m irrational, that’s why I always speak the truth
Your own homies snitching on you they ain’t got a clue
And that’s the truth, Cloud Nine
