Respek Ma Craft

Ayo, all you washed up has-beens

Thinkin' we ain't got the sauce? You must be dreamin'

From concrete jungles to digital dungeons, we run these streets

While y'all still strugglin' with weak bars, take a seat

Straight outta pissy stairwells to worldwide airwaves

Been grindin' since day one, now I'm causin' sound waves

Flows tighter than vacuum-sealed work, that's no debate

Soft MCs better clear the lane 'fore it's too late

Got that killer instinct, leave opps with no voice

More bars than county, and that's your only choice

You stuck in analog, I'm in some future shit