Mighty Healthy Craftstyle

[Verse: Marlon Craft]
It's the antithesis of the ignorant
Spitin' shit just for spitin' it
Livid-ness in my penmanship every time i deliver it
Livin' the shit I write, they tryn' live up to what they scripted
They do it all for the benefits
Me and the throne we been a fit though
Fuck a snake I spit the venomous flows
New project dropping round the time we pick our president
So progressive
They gon' wan' write in craft before they exit the polls
If you thinkin' I ain't shit then shit kiss my excrement hole
I won't wait because talent goes waste
I need the crown post haste
Look a rapper in his eye and kill him that's a ghost face
Might Healthy raisin' bars with bars I'm liftin' both weights
One on my shoulders and one of the world as I expose fakes
'Member they ain't want me thought I was a lame honky
Now I spit they be like "WU!", make faces like the tang monkey
Word to Shaolin make a hater throw the towel in
Shower for several hours cause the dirt I throw that coward in
Is M. Craft I been a boss you can try to spit
But i stop flows like menopause, spit lines like dental floss
Switch rhymes and then I pause get mines at any cost
But mine is ours, do this for anyone been lost as I was
Speak the truth unite us
Step up and refute all of the liars with all the powers inside us
Powers that be tryin' to add to their wealth and divide us
Subtract you if you challenge, you different marginalize ya
They won't succeed opposed to greed with every single bone in me
And hopefully one day we can be half of what we hope to be
But fuck it, if I'm not Ill still sit around and roast emcees
Ask about me locally Hell's Kitchen they know it's me
That's next to blow like weed cyphers
I'ma have bars until I'm dead just me call me a lifer
Someone get some clean diapers haters making "whoopsies" Throwin' tantrums callin me a biter
Internet thugs, I'm from New York whats a mean "typa"
The sad thing about these dudes is i care bout them
We all brothers, but you know family be embarassin'
I'm rappin' and they carollin' crabs all in the barrel
'Til we starin' down the barrel's end bet they wish we family then
Lot a dudes gettin' accolades don't really merit them
Lot of dudes don't care if they are the truth as long as they're a trend
But fuck it, some chanclas and t-shirts what ill be buried in
So they'll know that I was the realest til the very end
It's Craft