Marlon Craft - Survival Of The Fittest Craftstlyle lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Survival Of The Fittest Craftstlyle lyrics]
This is that New York City Shit a one, two
One, two
Young Prodigy wreaking Havoc just
Like I oughta be
Laying the truth all on the beat
Still the government audit's me
Demons be calling me
The whole industry eyeballing me
They see the icon in me
They wanna purchase my honesty, nah
I can and I will tell the whole truth
'Cause if my hands is up or down
- chances are they won't shoot
But if I was a couple shades darker
In a parka and was reaching for a starburst
They would leave me with my dome loose
So do the fittest really survive?
Or do the powers that control
Us often really decide?
Shit, all I know for certain now
Is that I really can rhyme
So tell whoever want whatever -
New York City is mine
It's the Most Official Booth Body
And Don't Even Ever Play
Word to Mobb Deep - just check
What those first letters say
They be JK'ing, homie, Crafty he just elevate
I've always be a step ahead
- tomorrow is my yesterday
And Love is love but best believe
I'ma set the record straight
Cause internet haters on my dick
- like I'ma hesitate
To levitate to heaven's gate and
Give God these motherfuckin' bars
For seven days cause this ego
That my pen inflates, huh
Shit, I've just been getting worked up
You want some skills, man?
Here - take 'em, I've got a surplus
Backwards ass
Cyberthugs don't even know the half of it
They crying for Ali but
They demonize Colin Kaepernick
They've been trying to throw shade
Like their opinion holds merit
Please just don't share it
Ya'll a bunch of broke parrots
Repeat-after-me thoughts
Try having a free thought
I'm living out my dreams -
True definition of sleep-walk
Thought I was crazy then
I don't give a fuck now
A fucking sandwich at the Deli
Cost me eight bucks now
I'm 'bout to go buck-wild yo
Slap a yuppie 'til he takes
His chubbies back to
Idaho and leave me and all mines alone
It's MCraft from hell's kitchen homie
Get to know me see I was born to do this
Shit check my initials homie
And these little videos just
Intermissions my project gon'
Make rappers rethink they whole visions homie
Times that I thought I wouldn't get far
But these rhymes gave me the fuel
I call them Cliff Bars
Won't front like I'm better than you
- like I don't get scarred
I'm tryna fight anxiety and every
Day it get hard
So, if you take away nothing else
Know that if it hit my page's
'cause it really was felt
Most people say they dope but me I do
This shit for my health and you
Ain't gotta tell me I'm real I prove
That shit to myself, it's craft, yeah
One, two
Young Prodigy wreaking Havoc just
Like I oughta be
Laying the truth all on the beat
Still the government audit's me
Demons be calling me
The whole industry eyeballing me
They see the icon in me
They wanna purchase my honesty, nah
I can and I will tell the whole truth
'Cause if my hands is up or down
- chances are they won't shoot
But if I was a couple shades darker
In a parka and was reaching for a starburst
They would leave me with my dome loose
So do the fittest really survive?
Or do the powers that control
Us often really decide?
Shit, all I know for certain now
Is that I really can rhyme
So tell whoever want whatever -
New York City is mine
It's the Most Official Booth Body
And Don't Even Ever Play
Word to Mobb Deep - just check
What those first letters say
They be JK'ing, homie, Crafty he just elevate
I've always be a step ahead
- tomorrow is my yesterday
And Love is love but best believe
I'ma set the record straight
Cause internet haters on my dick
- like I'ma hesitate
To levitate to heaven's gate and
Give God these motherfuckin' bars
For seven days cause this ego
That my pen inflates, huh
Shit, I've just been getting worked up
You want some skills, man?
Here - take 'em, I've got a surplus
Backwards ass
Cyberthugs don't even know the half of it
They crying for Ali but
They demonize Colin Kaepernick
They've been trying to throw shade
Like their opinion holds merit
Please just don't share it
Ya'll a bunch of broke parrots
Repeat-after-me thoughts
Try having a free thought
I'm living out my dreams -
True definition of sleep-walk
Thought I was crazy then
I don't give a fuck now
A fucking sandwich at the Deli
Cost me eight bucks now
I'm 'bout to go buck-wild yo
Slap a yuppie 'til he takes
His chubbies back to
Idaho and leave me and all mines alone
It's MCraft from hell's kitchen homie
Get to know me see I was born to do this
Shit check my initials homie
And these little videos just
Intermissions my project gon'
Make rappers rethink they whole visions homie
Times that I thought I wouldn't get far
But these rhymes gave me the fuel
I call them Cliff Bars
Won't front like I'm better than you
- like I don't get scarred
I'm tryna fight anxiety and every
Day it get hard
So, if you take away nothing else
Know that if it hit my page's
'cause it really was felt
Most people say they dope but me I do
This shit for my health and you
Ain't gotta tell me I'm real I prove
That shit to myself, it's craft, yeah