K-Rino - The Canvas lyrics

Aah! Man naw that's not goin get it man
Gotta come better than this
My head is killing me mayne aAHHH!

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 classical
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
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

(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 hit's
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

Ooh, look at it! It's so beautiful! So
Beautiful! What shall we name it?
The CANVAS!