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letra de canvas17 - the lethalogist

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-ck your negative image
of fabricating realness
when it’s actually sickness
sick to my stomach
throwing up lava simply spittin’ the hot sh-t
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 compet-tion 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 p-ssion as a artist reveal & unfurl

- the lethalogist

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