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Freestyle 5 Fingers Of Death (SWAY'S UNIVERSE) Lyrics - Artist : Craft, Marlon
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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 and1 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, but 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 tho? 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 zunes [?] 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 men 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 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 Kwalib'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 ya'll 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 |
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