[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