freestyle 5 fingers of death | sway’s universe - marlon craft lyrics
look, look, yeah
homie you can save the pound like a british investor
cool table -ss 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
sh-t 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 alb-m
sh-t, 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 sh-t, and he was trying to let it be that sh-t f-ck 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 f-ck 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
sh-t, 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 sh-t 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
sh-t 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 b-tches, the final cat call
quick to take a swing but what would you go to bat for?
look, the p-ssion’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 f-cking captions and zunes(?)
i’m from new york, we don’t know you we don’t ask or -ssume
a raw look will leave you battered and bruised
where if you’re p-ssive you lose
so come at me is a disasterous move
i’m on a nationwide tour all off of raps in my room, motherf-cker
i look around like where’s the empathy
all i hear is c-ckiness 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 motherf-cking 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 motherf-ckers came for shake shack, f-ck outta here
man i’m like jr writer meets mighty mos
or if ’05 c-ssidy was woke
i’m the h-ll’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 sh-t if your ideas ain’t worth a d-mn, fam
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