Illogic - Canvas lyrics

Yeah
Cleaning my brushes, prepping the canvas
Strategic approach, no rushing the stanzas
The masterpieces
The master relinquish prime potency
Packed in consecutive releases
From Unforeseen, to Man Who Thinks
To Lucid Logic
Gifted, mystic, prolific lyric locksmith
You’re all out of options
I'm just hitting my stride
Diving into new disciplines
Come along for the ride
Snapping photos, chopping samples
It's up a notch guide my helm through the
Realm of the Renaissance
It’s a hard drive to the gig
A bite of a sandwich is needеd
When I surf on lines, casting my web
Crashing whoеver your band with
Left him for dead for
Disregarding the standards
Handed down from the mountaintop
I'm praying that these clowns
Will stop patty-caking
The beat pounds like the sound of
A smack from a cinderblock
He pump faking, but I'm staying grounded
Pulling rabbit's from habit's
The crowd’s left astounded
They want that old Ill, that
Got Lyrics, "1000 Whispers
" awkward flow Ill but, if you know Ill
Every record I try to grow Ill
Progress is the measured way I show skill
Just know I’m cold still, below windchill
Frost bitten
Stop giving these rappers passes
For soft writtens like

Don't lie to me, homie your life's below me
Your rhyme scheme and your
Crime scheme seem phony
Unlike these other guys whose
Rhymes seem boring
I'm constantly fresh like an IG story
My life seen glory and agony the same
You want to be underground
That can be arranged
I'll put you six feet underground in a grave
Still in your gold grill and fake gold chains
The undertaker, storm shadow, thunder maker
I'm old school
But, I never did the rump shaker
Playing ball the only time I'm a pump faker
Skip college if you ‘bout to
Choose a dumb major
You can probably learn more
From your boy verse
So don't waste that money
Give it to your boy first
Just kidding, man, study what you like
Follow your passion
But make sure that you can pay your lights

When my emotions high
I scribe faster than most can multiply
Poster boys get posterized, pulverized
One punch will blacken both of your eyes
Soldier for the resistance exposed to
A culture of lies i feel focused
Still the mic skills ferocious
Some of y’all make me want
To double my Nyquil dosage
Sometimes I question why I
Bother sharpening my talons
Why bother sparring or arguing
With bargain bin talent?
Illogic, Supa and Print
We sergeants of this battalion
We pump up the volume, no
We don’t pump Valium
The next time you’re toasting
I’m hoping your limousine flip
Your head nigga in charge
I’m pulling the guillotine switch
Despite of all the misquoted lyrics
I’m still a genius
And fuck anybody who thinks ‘cause
I moved I team-switched
Conceptualize, electrifying with handwriting
These check writers are
Just neck-biting vampires damn liars
Don’t touch a bible or put your hands by it
Fakeness, the hatred within me
Burns like clan fires
Last I was told the culture
Has been presumed dead
I watch them all fork over the
Dough just to be spoon fed
Watch your mouth, you don’t compare to Supa
Most would rather try parachuting in
A sea full of barracudas
Watch your mouth, you don’t compare to Supa
And I stand behind these bars for
Life just like I’m Larry Hoover