Survival Of The Fittest Craftstyle

This is that New York City Shit
A one, two
A one, two
One, two

Young Prodigy wreaking Havoc just like I oughta be
Laying the truth all on the beat
Still the government audits me, demons be calling me
The whole industry eyeballing me, they see the icon in me
They wanna purchase my honesty, nah
I can and I will tell the whole truth
'Cause if my hands is up or down chances are they won't shoot
But if I was a couple shades darker, In a parka
And was reaching for a starburst
They would leave me with my dome loose
So do the fittest really survive?
Or do the powers that control us often really decide?
Shit, all I know for certain now is that I really can rhyme
So tell whoever want whatever New York City is mine
It's the Most Official Booth Body and Don't Even Ever Play
Word to Mobb Deep just check what those first letters say
They be JK'ing, homie, Crafty he just elevate
I've always be a step ahead tomorrow is my yesterday
And Love is love but best believe, I'ma set the record straight
Cause internet haters on my dick like I'ma hesitate
To levitate to heaven's gate and give God these motherfucking bars for seven days cause this ego that my pen inflates, huh
Shit, I've just been getting worked up
You want some skills, man?
Here take 'em, I've got a surplus
Backwards ass, cyberthugs don't even know the half of it
They crying for Ali but they demonize Colin Kaepernick
They've been trying to throw shade like their opinion holds merit
Please just don't share it, ya'll a bunch of broke parrots
Repeat-after-me thoughts, try having a free thought
I'm living out my dreams true definition of sleep-walk
Thought I was crazy then, I don't give a fuck now
A fucking sandwich at the Deli cost me eight bucks now
I'm 'bout to go buck-wild yo, slap a yuppie 'til he takes his chubbies back to Idaho and leave me and all mines alone
It's M.Craft from hell's kitchen homie get to know me
See I was born to do this shit check my initials homie
And these little videos just intermissions my project gon' make rappers rethink they whole visions homie
Times that I thought I wouldn't get far
But these rhymes gave me the fuel I call them Cliff Bars
Won't front like I'm better than you like I don't get scarred
I'm tryna fight anxiety and every day it get hard
So, if you take away nothing else
Know that if it hit my page's 'cause it really was felt
Most people say they dope but me I do this shit for my health and you ain't gotta tell me I'm real I prove that shit to myself, it's craft, yeah