Sicknature - A Few Good Paintings

Paintings of a Withering Forest - available now! Connect with Sicknature: @realsicknature A Few Good Paintings Produced & written by Sicknature Mixed and mastered by Kristian Dalsgaard at ARK Studios Cover art by Ryan Verhagen 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 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