Marlon Craft - Freestyle 5 Fingers Of Death | SWAY'S UNIVERSE lyrics

Look, look, yeah
Homie, you can save the pound
Like a British investor
Cool table-ass rappers
I ain't come here to network
Student of this game but
Since them and mixtapes
Knew I'd become a professor long as
The lungs in my chest work
I do this to breathe so don't
Ever ask me how come
Shit, that vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit, while y'all bicker about energy
I'm trying to figure out how
To get this truth to
The people and not end up like a Kennedy
Or end up like Lennon shit
And he was trying to let it be
That shit fuck with me mentally
But it's over, yo
I've made the decision of what I say
And I've written can spark a
Change for a different part
Of the phase of the script that they
All pay us to live in
And made us unstable and sick
And then made us pay for prescriptions
Addicted to our gadgets
Whole world become an arcade
Corporations played us
Convinced us it was our game
Act like they gone' put follower counts
On all of our graves
It's "fuck the world and wipe away
Your sins on your off day"
Let us all pray honestly, I'd rather not
I don't know how to save the
World but I have some thoughts
I ain't come to preach
Rappers be too numb to speak taste the mic
They'll never reach word to King James
Wish we could see our reflections
In all our big chains
Whole life with myself
Just now getting to know me
Real G's don't always look the part
Word to the word bologna
I don't parlay with the phoneys, so
Don't you "Yo, what up, bro?" me
Shit, 'cause there's a lot
That gotta be spoken
And 'cause I look like me
The white kids copy quote it
So I feed 'em raw bars but
I try to oxycoat it in some shit that ought
Be spoken truth glaze, if you will
Like, why we loving the culture
But not the bodies though?
We cosign the oppression
Purchase the trauma, yo
Same country yelling
"Raise the roof" raised Dylann Roof
Shit, we murdered King and gave
That kid Burger King
So I ain't come here to blow up quick
A couple homies that I grown up with
Any spur of the moment
Them boys will pop like
They was coaching Kawhi
And you can see it in their eyes
I ain't changing their minds
Like, who am I to?
I'm just Crafty, know what I mean?
I used to have basketball dreams
Now I flip these bars like I got
Some money for my basketball team
Would you buy some candy before the
Train stops and I gotta go?
I'm super official and everyone's
About to know
They super official too, only without the O
With the word I excel, my points are powerful
Airship, micro-soft, homie, they fallible
Absolute value of my verses iconic
Dudes get cast off
You might have bars but it's last call
I'm pointing out all you bitches
The final cat call
Quick to take a swing but what
Would you go to bat for?
Look, the passion's back in the room
It's all love until there's racket
And the master resumes
You couldn't bring down my shine if
It was after the noon
I don't have to consume all
Your fucking captions and zooms
I'm from New York we don't know you
We don't ask or assume a raw look will leave
You battered and bruised
Where if you're passive, you lose
So "come at me" is a disasterous move
I'm on a nationwide tour all off
Of raps in my room, motherfucker
I look around like, "Where's the empathy?"
All I hear is cockiness and
All I smell is jealousy
Need a grain of salt for every
Single thing they telling me
So I ain't never salty but
I gotta keep it ready, see
And I don't know if I even
Believe in "meant to be"
Too many people suffer from the
Hands of white supremacy
Too much discrepancy
Too many people die from greed of
Evil Meant for me to
Think that this the plan and
I should let it be
Man, these dudes can't afford they lines
Everyone say they married the game
But divorce rate's high
Look, it's young sweaty palms
Couldn't nothing get me calm
Now I'm flexing tell Flex to get me bombs
I'm nuclear and I always stayed away from
Where the goofies were
These guys are straight Disney, straight iffy
And now I get a lot of love
But I brought that hate with me
I give it to my foes 'cause
None of them ate with me
This motherfucking grilled chicken
Cost me eight-fifty
I ain't in the mood, lil' yuppy
Don't you play with me
I grew up in the New York
And we don't play that
These motherfuckers came for Shake
Shack fuck outta here
Man, I'm like JR Writer meets Mighty Mos
Or if '05 Cassidy was woke
I'm the Hell's Kitchen Nasir Jones
With some of Kweli's pros
That's widely spoke of and held
In regard by most
Of whom I would care about their opinion
You verified on Insta
I'm verified in glaring eyes
The stares I repent for
Whatever wrong that I've done with
Every song I've sung
I've meant to reach the souls of
The people I was sent from
And y'all talk a lot of paper
But could never be Dunder Mifflin
You don't got the strength to
Be a working man
I'd take a janitor with a pension over
You and all your worthless bands
Jewelry don't mean shit if your
Ideas ain't worth a damn, fam