Craft, Craft Lover I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish I don't care what you say
in your face And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
half-lit Harder than time and convicts Rhymes never be basic, afraid of the dark twenty-five to the L, no I just can't face it Need a mill for two
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all You don't want to fuck with us You don't Huh Yo, You don't want to fuck with us You don't Yo, You don't want to fuck
rhyme buster, mic clutcher, from Richmond show the real definition of the word represent (SOUTHSIDE!) The place where I dwell so recog-NAS NAS NAS, that _It Ain't