[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