It’s Craft bridgin’ the gap from the old to the new
I been runnin New York, got these holes in my shoe
Life’s a bitch, she be actin all wholesome witchu
But wit me shes a hoe for these flows in my room
In New York state of mind, all my thoughts concrete
These dudes masturbate backwards, they offbeat
They get just a moment of fame, then they all peace
Ya’ll just models that rap, look at yall all chic, it’s adorable
Countin quarters like “Can I afford a brew?”
But bout to take the show up on the road like it was portable
Shit, so I don’t need a blog, fuck a [ ? ] line
I’m makin history when I’m takin over your timeline
So if you hate me now, shit, you gon hate me long
Cause all my fans be goin off like the ACs strong
So I don’t argue wit a hater, that’s word
Be damned if I gave you power that you ain't even earned
Hell’s Kitchen, New York, represent, represent
In a land where we conflate crooked with eloquent
We ignore all the pain and reward the offense
How you mad at DMX, but elect Trump president, what?
Like whose heart would you trust more?
Who you think believe in one love more?
Yall be trippin
But I ain't perfect I be gettin sauce for a pastime
Right now I’m in between shots like its halftime
And life is good now but if it wasn’t, I am
Back when they said I wasn’t, I replied that I can
For real, so you can never ever pick me apart, son
Cross me if you want I’ll still live forever like God’s son
And that’s if you believe them words
Me? I got kicked out of church cause I ain't read them words
I was more intrigued by passages written by streets disciples
Readin bibles like Illmatic, The Black Album to get wiser
I been lookin for a rival, I been lonely as hell
Erroneous tales they shoutin and it ain't hard to yell
You scared to be you so you only give stories that ain't hard to tell or ain't hard to sell Old cats say I take ‘em down memory lane
Young fans say “Craft got the message”
Haters say I’m affirmative action but I ain't even stressin
Cause I been told “You’re the man” by a couple legends
Shit, so many words I done gave you books
“Aye yo, Craft dropped some weak shit”
“For real?”
Nah, I made you look
Shit, and this just where the fun begins
August 2nd, I’ll meet you at The Tunnel’s End