Kraftworks

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Haas G.] Half a leg, half a leg, fans to the left of me Fans to the right of me, meet the new society U-N-I-V-E-R-S-A-L MC'S, who's posse Prophet and Kwazi, Kool and me, a Haas G Is here to spark it firmly from the Island Don't concern me if you're wylin' like a thug, but do if you intend to bug Since my intentions are to make it fun for all The fruit of nature menu Haas has placed you're your wall Observe and pick, reserve the flick For when the UMC is out to serve with hits Most sought after, it is I, the born crafter That makes a body shake, rattle, and roll after The music ceased, I'm pushing for it first There's none that can stand the kraftworks, kraftworks, kraftworks [Verse 2: Kool Kim + (Haas G.)] Serve I, I serve I, new styles I flow live Global children revelry, spread 'cause my ability Built to do the masses, to enhance each person's happiness Now my words you just won't miss, put each in a state of bliss If the fan is hidden, then I may just say nirvana Cookin' when I rhyme so would you call me Benihana? In time I just may wanna, heat ya like a sauna (True, we do speak abstract) But in time, we know you're gonna Sing each line, each rhyme in harmony Yes, song is a part of me, since my life first started, see Now I am all I can be by using my mentality By speaking so emphatically but not acting erratically So on and so forth, so forth and so on I'll link her on and on and clap first to my song [Verse 3: Haas G. + (Kool Kim)] Here's the whole leg, mightier than half a reproduction And it's said how, working with craft sparks up eruption Like the sands through an hourglass, these are the days of our lives, kids Now watch the expectations rise with One MC, two MC's, three MC's, four Knocking down the door of the H-A-S-A-N With the raw blessed by God, touched much more than hard (Would you say you're your service is impenetrable?) It's surely Defined, meaning purely for the purpose of constructed party style (Is that a fact?) that's a fact, 3-21, contact anyone Could you say that anytime the things that a human could do? (Not nearly) Your ears opened up to the swing kick that a UMC was bound to bust through and through With the search of the kraftworks…kraftworks, kraftworks, kraftworks [Verse 4: Kool Kim] Sometimes in my lines, I find a new mind Who dines on my rhymes, a starving type reaction I insert the kraftworks to reverse a trope of action No confusion, don't use tactic, it's just my implications Opinions on the down low, promote insinuations That says humans a true man, or who can like who can It's just points of reference, my preference to fool and Or joke, or just jest, whichever may fit best The answer is human, and craft works is just kraftworks