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letra de mighty healthy - marlon craft

[verse: marlon craft]

it’s the ant-thesis of the ignorance
spitin’ sh-t just for spitin’ it
livid-ness in my penmanship every time i deliver it
livin’ the sh-t i write, they try to live up to what they scripted
they do it all for the benefits
me and the (throngs?) we benefit though
f-ck a snake i spit the venomous flows
new project dropping round the time we pick our president
so progressive
they know i’m writin’ craft before they exit the polls
if you thinkin’ i ain’t sh-t then sh-t 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 when bars i’m liftin’ both weights
one on my shoulders and one on the world as i expose fakes
‘member they didn’t want me thought i was a lame honky
now i spit the heat 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 hand craft i been a boss you been tryin’ to spit
but i stop flows like menopause, spit lines like dental floss
switch rhymes then i pause get mines at any cost
remind us how we 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 f-ck it, if i’m not ill still sit around and roast emcees
ask about me locally h-ll’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 embar-ssin’
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 are (trim)
but f-ck it, some (chalk lines?) and t-shirts what ill be buried in
so they don’t know that i was the realest til the very end
it’s craft

- marlon craft

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