Artist: Quest Rah Album: Ancient Tapes 2 Song: Craftsman Typed by: Quest Rah Craftsmen builders Heroes villains Move wit the illest 1s in the air if you feel this Gotta gotta make way Gotta gotta make ways raps snap ankles its handled dangled like vanilla mic tangled tangible flow all angles is HANDLED extractin dope beats like ore its raw ya styles washed up like bodies on the shore false idols spotted like a leopard no effort boom wreck it tune methods who's steppin in write benevolent lines checkin em swing like a pendulum hyenas I be fendin em off with his melon wit no stressin' emblem embezzelin' I take it serious get trapped like Chileans hidden in the pavilion lyric kill about a million rappers talkin high like helium get slit like Japanese flicks where bloods and guts be spillin-in not feelin' em creep above the ceilin' while you vibe and lounge n chillin' in leave you needin' penicillin' wit the rhymes I drillin in ha pow pierced wit the metal shards raise the flag above the stars La Illah ill ALLAH No matter who you are Like my fam nomadic said You still a mortal need a bed lines dynamic so they bled Heads be needin' Sudafed The cool effect mad respect walk the plank while I'm on deck You lack spirit like violence that poppin off between the sects pop ya ear off like Van Gogh get ready for the standoff pow pow hands off Aiyyo Craftsmen builders Heroes villains Move wit the illest 1s in the air if you feel this Gotta gotta make way Gotta gotta make ways Aiyyo drop a jewel iller fool cool wit the mic tool shoot wit the harpoon You dial up this digital This Situation critical Elevation minimal Gravitation pull these rappers off their high horse Move past Fast From the school of the craftsmen Broadcast on beats Food for the fastin' Hungry Tools sharp Praise the Everlasting Tribezman productions Horseback marksmen Yep yep Make P, count beads, still eat Lyrics smack an MC's slave to the industry BREAK free like the chain of Samson Disappear faster than a phantom trouble like Somali pirates askin ransoms hip hop is dead hijacked by the devilish only benefit is a pit full of venomous sentences flow from my pen but you never heard testament of a scribe all I gots my jewels and my word