A Few Good Paintings

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 flatlining 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
Ya´ll 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 jetlags 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 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 a** about who is making a difference if they ain´t aiding their business
Young hopeful artists are shaping the kingdom of some filthy douche, sh*t 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 totalled
Was fighting anxiety, then fighting fomo
But I had this hunch like Quasimoto
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´d think I had a couple clones at my disposal
Got bitten by snakes, but learned how to leave the tricksters headless
Bullsh*t 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