[Verse Thurz]
Thanks for sleeping on a nigga
This fivehead above my eyebrows made my dreams bigger
Drinking moonshine with some random liquor
Waking up sick vomiting verses looking like dinner
Nigga eat it up, you do not know my hell
No side of my sob story crying rivers fail
And bounce back, or do you bounce back
Words in fact though the fact those carrying crosses
And have your back hurt
I got worked
And weird niggas act like lips with landing strips
And you ate out, pull your dick out first don't get jerked
Fuck these ho niggas, many many acting groupie brown-nose niggas
Appear for what happens, [???] consequences painting masterpieces on dirty napkins
I'm lamping, beauty intelligence times rapping
That's artistry my co-signer was crucified
You hard as me? Please
Dudes be raised like they got two daddies
Born out the ass of bad acme
So not classy
Unwrap me, be the present the future
You niggas is past tacky
Can't tag me
Fuck your picture
We ain't in the same frame of mind
I spilled blood on mine
I guess it's blood on the canvas nigga
(Blood on the canvas)
(Blood on the canvas)
(Blood on the canvas

[Verse Thurz]
Wrote this at four
In the morning with my head full of thoughts
Knowing inspirations never scheduled
But it's always on time
When I climb to that top of the cliff and jump
It's either fly or die
And courage is fear; that's [[satan's prayer??]
[And when it's sincere you may appear at the top of your peers???]
Watch for bite-marks from teeth in [vaneers?]
And paint [?] [interrupt?]
Just make sure your vision clear no smear
That [?] [????] classical touch
And know that good recipes are seldom everly rushed
Got the whole world waiting for that cook up
It's like beating payatas with syringes and the belt
They're going to shoot up
They scrambling like eggs while we repping for that [?side??]
Up the ['grees??], seventy-five
Heat that skillet up
The thermostat is on the rise
To be in order with the rhyme
All that fake bullshit gotta die
(Blood on the canvas)
(Blood on the canvas)
(Blood on the canvas