A Few Good Paintings
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โฑ๏ธ 2:12 duration
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๐ Lyrics
When I come to your city in beast mode
With a bunch of new beats
King Kong and Godzilla
Gonna call the police
The game ain't funny and sweet
I nearly suffered defeat
But got rid of the blues
Like a transforming Mystique
By flat lining mics
Inviting tracks to get killed
That's why any banger I build
Is gonna smack like Lucille
When I write with the solider ink
I make my pissed offness
Create green like Hulk and the Grinch
You better believe it, set fire to beds
Wake up whoever is sleeping
I went from heads telling me to jet
To Jedi level MC'ing
To having jet lags on tours
Slaying stages every evening
Deading my demons
Ben Grimm would say my
Beats are too granitic
The Xenomorph would say my
Saliva is too acidic
But my eyes were locked
On my music mission
As soon as I was winning
It attracted the rats
Like a sewer system
When the industry first
Displayed it's grimace, I learned that
They don't give a chicken's ass
About who is making a difference
If they ain't aiding their business
Young hopeful artists are
Shaping the kingdom
Of some filthy douche
Shit is not right, had to get the hell out
It almost reawakened my addiction
I was like
Firewater everywhere
I have to have control
And never water down the fire
Crackling in my soul
Going down the wrong habit rabbit hole
Could inhibit the hope
Of finding a happy road
Before I inhabit the catacombs
Almost got lost, my drive was totaled
Was fighting anxiety, then fighting FOMO
But I had this hunch like Quasimodo
That I was able to level up my vocals
And my beats, eager to succeed
I ignored the demons and set up my dojo
And I so hard, you would think I had a couple clones at my disposal
Got bitten by snakes, but learned how to leave the tricksters headless
Bullshit smelled stronger like I developed Witcher senses
And when these rappers told me I should stick to making
Beats for them, I brushed 'em off and got these pictures painted
How did I stay on my path
In the midst of madness
And get rid of the garbage?
Well, I decided
That no damn thing will be able
To get rid of this artist
Looked at fear, lifted my sword
And sprinted towards it
Planted new trees globally
Some considered enormous
Stopped feeling bitter, moved on
Left the past in the past
But kept a few good paintings
Of the withering forest
I left the past in the past
But kept a few good paintings
Of the withering forest
I left the past in the past
But kept a few good paintings
Of the withering forest
I left the past in the past
But kept a few good paintings
Of the withering forest
I left the past in the past
But kept a few good paintings
Of the withering forest
Nature
With a bunch of new beats
King Kong and Godzilla
Gonna call the police
The game ain't funny and sweet
I nearly suffered defeat
But got rid of the blues
Like a transforming Mystique
By flat lining mics
Inviting tracks to get killed
That's why any banger I build
Is gonna smack like Lucille
When I write with the solider ink
I make my pissed offness
Create green like Hulk and the Grinch
You better believe it, set fire to beds
Wake up whoever is sleeping
I went from heads telling me to jet
To Jedi level MC'ing
To having jet lags on tours
Slaying stages every evening
Deading my demons
Ben Grimm would say my
Beats are too granitic
The Xenomorph would say my
Saliva is too acidic
But my eyes were locked
On my music mission
As soon as I was winning
It attracted the rats
Like a sewer system
When the industry first
Displayed it's grimace, I learned that
They don't give a chicken's ass
About who is making a difference
If they ain't aiding their business
Young hopeful artists are
Shaping the kingdom
Of some filthy douche
Shit is not right, had to get the hell out
It almost reawakened my addiction
I was like
Firewater everywhere
I have to have control
And never water down the fire
Crackling in my soul
Going down the wrong habit rabbit hole
Could inhibit the hope
Of finding a happy road
Before I inhabit the catacombs
Almost got lost, my drive was totaled
Was fighting anxiety, then fighting FOMO
But I had this hunch like Quasimodo
That I was able to level up my vocals
And my beats, eager to succeed
I ignored the demons and set up my dojo
And I so hard, you would think I had a couple clones at my disposal
Got bitten by snakes, but learned how to leave the tricksters headless
Bullshit smelled stronger like I developed Witcher senses
And when these rappers told me I should stick to making
Beats for them, I brushed 'em off and got these pictures painted
How did I stay on my path
In the midst of madness
And get rid of the garbage?
Well, I decided
That no damn thing will be able
To get rid of this artist
Looked at fear, lifted my sword
And sprinted towards it
Planted new trees globally
Some considered enormous
Stopped feeling bitter, moved on
Left the past in the past
But kept a few good paintings
Of the withering forest
I left the past in the past
But kept a few good paintings
Of the withering forest
I left the past in the past
But kept a few good paintings
Of the withering forest
I left the past in the past
But kept a few good paintings
Of the withering forest
I left the past in the past
But kept a few good paintings
Of the withering forest
Nature
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.92] When I come to your city in beast mode
[00:16.44] With a bunch of new beats
[00:17.46] King Kong and Godzilla
[00:18.47] Gonna call the police
[00:19.19] The game ain't funny and sweet
[00:20.18] I nearly suffered defeat
[00:21.12] But got rid of the blues
[00:22.02] Like a transforming Mystique
[00:23.08] By flat lining mics
[00:24.18] Inviting tracks to get killed
[00:25.00] That's why any banger I build
[00:26.30] Is gonna smack like Lucille
[00:27.46] When I write with the solider ink
[00:28.53] I make my pissed offness
[00:29.66] Create green like Hulk and the Grinch
[00:30.92] You better believe it, set fire to beds
[00:32.65] Wake up whoever is sleeping
[00:33.45] I went from heads telling me to jet
[00:34.98] To Jedi level MC'ing
[00:36.17] To having jet lags on tours
[00:37.16] Slaying stages every evening
[00:38.27] Deading my demons
[00:39.26] Ben Grimm would say my
[00:40.12] Beats are too granitic
[00:41.11] The Xenomorph would say my
[00:41.95] Saliva is too acidic
[00:42.84] But my eyes were locked
[00:43.98] On my music mission
[00:44.35] As soon as I was winning
[00:45.19] It attracted the rats
[00:46.22] Like a sewer system
[00:47.08] When the industry first
[00:48.33] Displayed it's grimace, I learned that
[00:50.58] They don't give a chicken's ass
[00:51.65] About who is making a difference
[00:52.93] If they ain't aiding their business
[00:54.37] Young hopeful artists are
[00:55.87] Shaping the kingdom
[00:56.85] Of some filthy douche
[00:58.26] Shit is not right, had to get the hell out
[01:00.36] It almost reawakened my addiction
[01:02.25] I was like
[01:02.96] Firewater everywhere
[01:03.82] I have to have control
[01:04.69] And never water down the fire
[01:05.73] Crackling in my soul
[01:06.35] Going down the wrong habit rabbit hole
[01:07.74] Could inhibit the hope
[01:08.78] Of finding a happy road
[01:09.34] Before I inhabit the catacombs
[01:10.83] Almost got lost, my drive was totaled
[01:12.74] Was fighting anxiety, then fighting FOMO
[01:14.51] But I had this hunch like Quasimodo
[01:16.58] That I was able to level up my vocals
[01:18.67] And my beats, eager to succeed
[01:20.22] I ignored the demons and set up my dojo
[01:22.63] And I so hard, you would think I had a couple clones at my disposal
[01:26.02] Got bitten by snakes, but learned how to leave the tricksters headless
[01:28.21] Bullshit smelled stronger like I developed Witcher senses
[01:30.19] And when these rappers told me I should stick to making
[01:32.41] Beats for them, I brushed 'em off and got these pictures painted
[01:34.33] How did I stay on my path
[01:35.97] In the midst of madness
[01:37.15] And get rid of the garbage?
[01:38.42] Well, I decided
[01:39.62] That no damn thing will be able
[01:40.98] To get rid of this artist
[01:41.99] Looked at fear, lifted my sword
[01:42.90] And sprinted towards it
[01:43.93] Planted new trees globally
[01:45.06] Some considered enormous
[01:45.96] Stopped feeling bitter, moved on
[01:47.49] Left the past in the past
[01:48.32] But kept a few good paintings
[01:49.08] Of the withering forest
[01:51.08] I left the past in the past
[01:52.06] But kept a few good paintings
[01:53.03] Of the withering forest
[01:54.93] I left the past in the past
[01:55.94] But kept a few good paintings
[01:56.97] Of the withering forest
[01:59.15] I left the past in the past
[02:00.09] But kept a few good paintings
[02:01.08] Of the withering forest
[02:03.03] I left the past in the past
[02:04.16] But kept a few good paintings
[02:05.70] Of the withering forest
[02:07.47] Nature
[02:09.28]
[00:16.44] With a bunch of new beats
[00:17.46] King Kong and Godzilla
[00:18.47] Gonna call the police
[00:19.19] The game ain't funny and sweet
[00:20.18] I nearly suffered defeat
[00:21.12] But got rid of the blues
[00:22.02] Like a transforming Mystique
[00:23.08] By flat lining mics
[00:24.18] Inviting tracks to get killed
[00:25.00] That's why any banger I build
[00:26.30] Is gonna smack like Lucille
[00:27.46] When I write with the solider ink
[00:28.53] I make my pissed offness
[00:29.66] Create green like Hulk and the Grinch
[00:30.92] You better believe it, set fire to beds
[00:32.65] Wake up whoever is sleeping
[00:33.45] I went from heads telling me to jet
[00:34.98] To Jedi level MC'ing
[00:36.17] To having jet lags on tours
[00:37.16] Slaying stages every evening
[00:38.27] Deading my demons
[00:39.26] Ben Grimm would say my
[00:40.12] Beats are too granitic
[00:41.11] The Xenomorph would say my
[00:41.95] Saliva is too acidic
[00:42.84] But my eyes were locked
[00:43.98] On my music mission
[00:44.35] As soon as I was winning
[00:45.19] It attracted the rats
[00:46.22] Like a sewer system
[00:47.08] When the industry first
[00:48.33] Displayed it's grimace, I learned that
[00:50.58] They don't give a chicken's ass
[00:51.65] About who is making a difference
[00:52.93] If they ain't aiding their business
[00:54.37] Young hopeful artists are
[00:55.87] Shaping the kingdom
[00:56.85] Of some filthy douche
[00:58.26] Shit is not right, had to get the hell out
[01:00.36] It almost reawakened my addiction
[01:02.25] I was like
[01:02.96] Firewater everywhere
[01:03.82] I have to have control
[01:04.69] And never water down the fire
[01:05.73] Crackling in my soul
[01:06.35] Going down the wrong habit rabbit hole
[01:07.74] Could inhibit the hope
[01:08.78] Of finding a happy road
[01:09.34] Before I inhabit the catacombs
[01:10.83] Almost got lost, my drive was totaled
[01:12.74] Was fighting anxiety, then fighting FOMO
[01:14.51] But I had this hunch like Quasimodo
[01:16.58] That I was able to level up my vocals
[01:18.67] And my beats, eager to succeed
[01:20.22] I ignored the demons and set up my dojo
[01:22.63] And I so hard, you would think I had a couple clones at my disposal
[01:26.02] Got bitten by snakes, but learned how to leave the tricksters headless
[01:28.21] Bullshit smelled stronger like I developed Witcher senses
[01:30.19] And when these rappers told me I should stick to making
[01:32.41] Beats for them, I brushed 'em off and got these pictures painted
[01:34.33] How did I stay on my path
[01:35.97] In the midst of madness
[01:37.15] And get rid of the garbage?
[01:38.42] Well, I decided
[01:39.62] That no damn thing will be able
[01:40.98] To get rid of this artist
[01:41.99] Looked at fear, lifted my sword
[01:42.90] And sprinted towards it
[01:43.93] Planted new trees globally
[01:45.06] Some considered enormous
[01:45.96] Stopped feeling bitter, moved on
[01:47.49] Left the past in the past
[01:48.32] But kept a few good paintings
[01:49.08] Of the withering forest
[01:51.08] I left the past in the past
[01:52.06] But kept a few good paintings
[01:53.03] Of the withering forest
[01:54.93] I left the past in the past
[01:55.94] But kept a few good paintings
[01:56.97] Of the withering forest
[01:59.15] I left the past in the past
[02:00.09] But kept a few good paintings
[02:01.08] Of the withering forest
[02:03.03] I left the past in the past
[02:04.16] But kept a few good paintings
[02:05.70] Of the withering forest
[02:07.47] Nature
[02:09.28]