Marlon Craft - Mighty Healthy lyrics

[Verse: Marlon Craft] It's the antithesis of the ignorant Spitin' sh** just for spitin' it Livid-ness in my penmanship every time i deliver it Livin' the sh** I write, they tryn' live up to what they scripted They do it all for the benefits Me and the throne we been a fit though f** 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 sh** then sh** 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 k** 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 f** 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 embara**in' 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 f** 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