Empty Canvas - The Takeover

They be partying on the weekends
I be grinding making beats and spitting more than decent
Make you hold your seat until you falling off the deep end
This rhyme don't need no reason but let me iron out the details
Aye
Art of rap i'm so fluent
Old school new school
Bitch i'm still a student
Fit in any style
You Know that i'm so fluid
I ain't even gotta lie lie lie
Just to prove it
How to do it
How to do it better
Ain't no shredder for my cheddar
I need all my mozzarella
Been through hell so better tell em
For this game i'd cut a fella
Chopping up with this flow
Put his head through a propeller
I'm the next thing
The best thing since fresh prince
You get extinct
Resting and nesting
I bless ink
Stop messing
And then you keep forgetting
You getting a wrecking
I'm flipping the words way they fit in my smile
They sick in the guts got em spitting their bile
I'm a wordsmith for real
Watch me will smith the reel
Now i'm flipping the script
Boy i shoot to kill nah
Yeah I spit the hardest shit
Make it look like some kindergarten shit
Fuck all the politics
I'm the heart of this Art
And you ain't even half of it
The raps you spit
Sound like some little laughter bits
So immaculate this flow i done mastered it
These rappers just kids got a bassinet
I'm too savage got horns i'm a baphomet
With this flow I'm the meanest
Spitting dope for the fiends and
If they try to intervene us
Get hit with some intravenous
Got their dome screaming leave us
I ain't blowing on some reefers
Yet my money tree the greenest
And my honeys be like venus
Act funny get get deleted
Act gully get a beating so
Sturdy with the beat
Nobody can compete
I'm on heat
Missiles Seek
Would never get to meet
Don't wanna sound obscene but I MJ beat it
Play then repeat it
Till the bass hit your speakers
You're tasting the realest
From the grave you can feel it
Haters gonna hate bitch get off my
Haters gonna hate bitch get off my

All they wanna know
How i do this
How I do this shit
All they wanna know
How I do this
How I do this shit
All they wanna know
All they wanna know

Aye Aye

All this weight on my chest like I just benched
Slaying all these men I don't trust em
They be playing on the fence so I crush em
Always true though(trudaeu) that's facts and its just in(Justin)
I've got a hunch like my back is aching
Decapitating Anybody that be vacillating
Between the wack and the brainy
Or slacking, too lazy
I'm a maniac walking hades' path
Gotta thank the Satan
Way to blatant with this rapping
Every time that i'm back to hating
Till i blow up like an iraqi slain
I'm just saying
They can never surpass the flame
That my raps have amassed
And i'm back and blazing
And My shits hot might piss off an islamic militant
Took his job I drop bombs make him wanna quit his shit
They livid they cant spit it
Got infinite little pieces which i spit
It like a riddle you wont get it
You ain't with it
Flow too hot I burned the 'bridge' just a 'hook'
And you strung with it
I aint done with it
Till you numb in a ditch and
In addition to getting ripped into tiny little bits
And then i'm tripping cuz i'm sipping wachu sipping
Hard liquor
Got a heart with a shard
Gonna rip apart
Anybody trynna start a war
With us like we
Chilling at the bar
Send the shot
Till you either barf or you bark
Never catch em switching flows
Like i be hopping em
Ain't no stopping him
I'm a beast
Got no leash
I'm the sequel of evil
Thats leading these people
To follow cathedrals
And heathens,believers
Delete them I free them
And bleed them to lead them to
Peace
I'm a breeze
I'm the reason
They grieve
When I leave
I'ma leave em
Debris
Into pieces
Like a ship wrecked in a sea
Its a feast
And i'm about to eat all of you sheep

Written by:
Ayush Joshi

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