Marlon Craft - Mighty Healthy Craftstyle lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Mighty Healthy Craftstyle lyrics]
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 benefit's
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
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 benefit's
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